Strange parables are these;
Beyond interpretation.
Their stories backwards
And their chroniclers misled.
In the aftermath of reason,
We perhaps abandon them
Or can, throughout our lifetime,
Puzzle over all they hold.
Parables and how we take them
Are but a simple mirror held
Out before our features: Broken,
And misshapen forms.
Fear is such a dread companion.
How its judgements misconstrue
What our savior wants for every
Fearful soul, as yet unsure.
Through our doubt and dread
And fear, much as we are able,
We embrace both our belief
And our doubt in need of grace.
~ spontaneously composed (improvised) by Stan Stewart
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