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“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies”
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“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies”

Poem By Ray Lucero

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

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Comments (19)

We are all souls and we are brother in relation. God is supreme soul. He has love to all. We must offer love to one another. A marvelous poem is amazingly shared.10
We must offer love to one another then the world will be better.
Touching indeed. Reminds me of a quote I've read recently. It goes: One doesn't have to gain respect. Respect is due to everyone. It's another thing whether or not we manage to keep to it.
Most beautiful such a profound message. Thanks for this one.
Nothing in life is crooked Save our attitudes and sights Which maketh our minds wicked And causes jealousy and fights....... One may have a perfect body but a crooked well hidden brain which can cause all the problems that the world is presently suffering from. A great poem by Ray. Sir, I invite you to my page too for your valuable comments.