Parable Of The Last Word

An anger's not a trifle, the money changers found...great swelling words, are not a balm, to souls...upon a cross, were bound. If my words harm, or my sword cuts...there are two sides to every coin. If you were there, when common good was handed out, while parables were copied down, and didn't help...you know...perfectly well. If a man has hard words, and you deny, that they be spoken...knowing why, that he is justified...stand down, that they be spoken. Listen well. This world on brink of Hell, is token of a truth...you so deny.


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

Art: Boris Olshansky, Jesus and the money changers