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Nazarene
Say that he was legend,
The dream of slaves and beggars,
Or hippy poet so charged
With music of the spheres
That stones sang beneath his naked feet.
I care not if he lived
Or uttered any word,
Or healed a single leper.
I know only that his name
Reveals that gift of pain
That only love can bear
And having borne still cry
"I love."
Written by Pauli Murray (1910-1985)
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