Blasphemed Christ

blasphemed christ

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burnt the cross

of society

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              he

              left it be

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and turned to walk

the mountain mist

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         in

   cave- out

       zone

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and learned to speak

                          Nepalese

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with bald head men

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and felt the rain 

in shaved out bliss

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sandals in the air

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

The myriad expressions of divinity are incalculable, however I have never counted myself worthy of measuring another's faith to be better, less or illusory! But I have witnessed truly divine expressions of faith from so many different walks and found myself questioning how could anyone question there's? This is what your poem made me think about...blasphemy to me is a blasphemy in itself:/ good sir Mr. Gram

[gram linski]

hey, B, appreciate your views on this one , wise words , friend, wise words, take care over there