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Outside the camp their villains crucified,
A fitting end who patronage disdain,
No matter gold with dross identified,
Stigma of vile rejection shall remain;
Offenders with Offenceless, side by side,
Hang eerily against a darkening sky,
While Grace supremely reigns, to none denied,
The world of mourners seems to go awry;
Sad followers in desolation leave,
Save huddled group at foot of central tree,
The passing of Beloved One to grieve,
Unmindful that His passing sets them free.
Inside the camp hypocrisy persists,
Where naked compromise of truth exists.
©Meanderings 2018
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Awesome and profound! Have a great Sunday!
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Thanks. Hope yours went well.
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Very well! And it is still going! Company coming for dinner.
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One happy bug.
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Indeed. 😉
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Ah yes, I was taught that story… but whether I believe it or not, I never “heard” it told so well.
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Thank you. 😇
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Beautifully expressed and lovely image. Hope you are enjoy a restful and peaceful Sunday – Janet xxx
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Thanks Janet. Had relaxing day mostly indoors. Somewhat colder and persistent rain. Have a good week. Hugs. ❤️
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Great story and wonderful bloom.
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Thanks Peter.
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Beautifully written
I hope you had a wonderful Sunday and may your week be just as wonderful
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Thanks A! All went well……Hope your week goes well… 🙂
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Thanks
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Yes indeed, his passing does set us free. But what to do about the grievous compromise of truth which persists to our present time? As usual, packed with dense themes in sinuous verse, Elliott!
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Thanks Gilly! Good question. Just finished writing one that reflects on this question. 😉
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So haunting! The picture goes so well with this.xxx
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Thanks D. Pleased you enjoyed it. Hugs. 💞
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