Crucifixion

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    Crucifixion

     Smudges on my glasses distort what I see.
    Would I see the masses without the smear?
    Is my reality yours? Your reality mine?
    Truth to score: is there any?

    All truth is God's truth as long as
         it is the truth I decided would
         be the right truth for God.

    Trust me.

    I wouldn't trust you!

    Rob him of his words.
    Pick what is his truth.
    Bells ring for his judgement.
    Somebody grab his cross!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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