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“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies”

Judge not, measure not,
The greatness of a soul;

By how one looks outside
By how one speaks or acts
By home where they reside
Instead observe how you react

Should you feel shame for them
or pity should arise,
It’s that your mind is closed,
Heart wearing a disguise

Crooked faces, crooked smiles
Fool those like you and me
Crooked limbs on crooked forms
Create ill will, poorly we then see

We must offer love to one another,
For that crooked man you scorn
As God would have it is your brother
Heaven-Sent and Earth-Born

poem by Ray Lucero
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