Truth lives, and is not dead;

Truth lives, and is not dead;
It speaks, but it cannot be read.
The greatest sayings of the wise,
Repeated blindly, are the Devil’s lies.

There was a holy item, used of God,
A snake of bronze that healed them by a look.
All those afflicted, when they looked, were healed.
The serpent, in the tent concealed,
Was sought years later, honoured, and revered.

Yet wisdom found a king who trusted still
Not in the work of hands, but holy will.
He broke the brazen snake, for holiness had turned
To devilry and magic. So says a holy Book,
Revered of old, an item used of God….

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About therevr

A human being, striving to become more so.

Posted on August 24, 1987, in Poetry, Theological. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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