Jeremy Carlisle

 Passer-by, sin beyond any sin
Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.

And joy beyond any joy is the joy
Of having the good in you seen, and seeing the good
At the miraculous moment!
Here I confess to a lofty scorn,
And an acrid skepticism.

But do you remember the liquid that Penniwit
Poured on tintypes making them blue
With a mist like hickory smoke?
Then how the picture began to clear
Till the face came forth like life?
So you appeared to me, neglected ones,
And enemies too, as I went along
With my face growing clearer to you as yours
Grew clearer to me.

We were ready then to walk together
And sing in chorus and chant the dawn
Of life that is wholly life.

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