<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the bible-bashers I just turned away</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were black of course.<br>Saturday mid-morning; myself<br>just searching to round off<br>that poem on praise, adequately, so as not<br>to let down the poem up to there…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were black of course.<br>Who else would hope to bring<br>the whi’ fo’ back to God? …<br>even the Muslims have given up on us…<br>they, twentyish, I guess; he in front, <br>she all eager friendly smile behind..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they shone with goodness; goodness<br>that shone beyond what they, what I, would say; <br>beyond the headline of the magazine<br>he showed me, smiling, asked me what I thought: <br>‘Are these the Last Days? ’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said, I’d pass on that; <br>wished them my good wishes: <br>wishes nondenominational, unspecified..<br>returned to the computer, now to find<br>the poem on praise, a hollow mockery…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and to the mind, there came that potent line: <br>‘Live each day as if thy last’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’re probably still knocking, down the streets, <br>gathering reactions mild and wild …<br>I’d just like it if they – all too late - could know that<br>for a moment, goodness met the eye of goodness, <br>yet found no time to praise in present words..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459890" data-title="To the bible-bashers I just turned away de Michael Shepherd" data-description="They were black of course. Saturday mid-morning; myself just searching to round off that poem on praise, adequately, so as not to let down the poem up to there… They were black of course. Who else would hope to bring the whi’ fo’ back to Go..."></div> </div> </div>

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