Ray Lucero

“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies” - Poem by Ray Lucero

Judge not, measure not,
The greatness of a soul;

By how one looks outside
By how one speaks or acts
By home where they reside
Instead observe how you react

Should you feel shame for them
or pity should arise,
It’s that your mind is closed,
Heart wearing a disguise

Crooked faces, crooked smiles
Fool those like you and me
Crooked limbs on crooked forms
Create ill will, poorly we then see

We must offer love to one another,
For that crooked man you scorn
As God would have it is your brother
Heaven-Sent and Earth-Born

Comments about “great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies” by Ray Lucero

  • Rookie - 157 Points Kate Lechoe (5/22/2015 3:41:00 AM)

    Very true. We should not be deceived by outside looks. The real person is inside. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 400 Points Patti Masterman (2/1/2009 3:54:00 PM)

    ''Tis true my form is something odd,
    but blaming me is blaming god.
    Could I create myself anew,
    I would not fail in pleasing you.

    Was I so tall, could reach the pole,
    or grasp the ocean with a span;
    I would be measured by the soul.
    The mind's the standard of the man.'

    -poem often quoted by Joseph Carey Merrick (the Elephant Man)
    written by Isaac Watts (Report) Reply

  • Rookie comatose (10/17/2007 9:09:00 AM)

    another great stuff from u, nice (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lucianne Fasolo (10/9/2007 10:20:00 AM)

    Awesome poem, Ray -as always! : D (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Moya Levy (4/6/2006 12:27:00 PM)

    Very true Ray, all too easy to make a quick judgement. Moyax (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 39 Points Patricia Gale (4/1/2006 8:36:00 AM)

    Reminds me of the saying, never judge a book by it's cover. Great write Ray.

    Patricia Gale (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Charles M Moore (3/26/2006 7:15:00 PM)

    Excellent poem, we should all be aware of visual prejudices. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 17, 2008

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