Jeremy Carlisle

Passer-by, sin beyond any

Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.

And joy beyond any joy is the

Of having the good in you seen, and seeing the

At the miraculous moment!

Here I confess to a lofty scorn,

And an acrid skepticism.

But do you remember the liquid that

Poured on tintypes making them

With a mist like hickory smoke?

Then how the picture began to

Till the face came forth like life?

So you appeared to me, neglected ones,

And enemies too, as I went

With my face growing clearer to you as

Grew clearer to me.

We were ready then to walk

And sing in chorus and chant the

Of life that is wholly life.

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