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Simple Truth

If churches told the simple truth,
They wouldn't need to be colossi
Of grim stone or neon glass,
Looming over the day-to-day,
Daring the world to disbelieve
That they and they alone
Dispense the antidote to death.


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.