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There once was a cat that was chased by a rat
And none without seeing would e’er have thought that!
The cat crossed the street and seemed to be bold,
But the rat turned around and terror took hold.
The moral? – The courage we have from afar
May melt like the snow the closer we are.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.

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Cruelty has a Human Heart,
And Jealousy a Human Face;
Terror the Human Form Divine,
And Secrecy the Human Dress. 

The Human Dress is forged Iron,
The Human Form a fiery Forge,
The Human Face a Furnace seal’d,
The Human Heart is hungry Gorge.

 

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In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less –
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around. 

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody,
Then – ah then – I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake. 

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight –
A feeling not the jeweled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define –
Nor love – although the love were thine. 

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence would solace bring
To his lone imagining,
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

 

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Buy The Truth And Sell It Not

I’ve often asked, “Is there a line
That lies twixt truth and error?”
My answer – is it only mine? –
It’s strife, and often, terror.

It cannot be a line that’s mixed
With truth and error halving;
Right’s right, and wrong is wrong – both fixed.
There is no sheep that’s calving.

The line is like a battle drawn –
There is no co-existence.
Colliding, cold and hot air spawn
A front at both’s insistence.

There is no mix with water, oil.
They’re kept from e’er eliding
As if the hand of practiced mohel
Was there, with knife, dividing.

As truth, two faiths can never stand –
Between them: fire and battle.
With God or godless – line in sand,
And down it sabers rattle.

In truth, it’s truth when once defined
Which makes all else an error.
Truth’s one, but error’s not confined –
Truth always is the rarer.

That truth means truth is valued more
It stands alone, uniquely.
And error (Witch) is jealous, sore,
Of truth (Snow White) completely.

And error, erring, true to kind,
Is cause of strife and terror.
It seeks to take the place assigned
To truth – the valued, fairer.

So buy the truth, and sell it not;
No error is its double.
One sends the sailor through the slot,
The other is his trouble.

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Proverbs 23:23 Buy truth, and do not sell it;
Get wisdom and instruction and understanding.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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Boston police tweet:

“CAPTURED!!! THE HUNT IS OVER.
THE SEARCH IS DONE.
THE TERROR IS OVER.
AND JUSTICE HAS WON.”

4/19/13

http://www.gmanetwork.com/news/story/304745/news/world/boston-police-tweet-captured-hunt-is-over-justice-has-won

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