God's Peephole

If God could peer into your soul,
would the view be worth the effort?

Could celestial retinas be set aflame
from the atrocities of all things absent,
or from all things barbarically present?

Would the landscape appear barren?
Scorched and tortured from years
of grudges carried and ferried
and chafed with erosion?

Would there be fluid motion
of hypnotic sea-faring oceans
full of hopes, dreams, and
well-done selfless acts of kindness?

Would all of the bones,
the knobby knees,
bloody sacrum and skulls
tumble around into view?

If God could peer into your soul,
would you make peace with
your perfect imperfections?