Judge not, measure not, <br />The greatness of a soul; <br /> <br />By how one looks outside <br />By how one speaks or acts <br />By home where they reside <br />Instead observe how you react <br /> <br />Should you feel shame for them <br />or pity should arise, <br />It’s that your mind is closed, <br />Heart wearing a disguise <br /> <br />Crooked faces, crooked smiles <br />Fool those like you and me <br />Crooked limbs on crooked forms <br />Create ill will, poorly we then see <br /> <br />We must offer love to one another, <br />For that crooked man you scorn <br />As God would have it is your brother <br />Heaven-Sent and Earth-Born<br /><br />Ray Lucero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-souls-live-in-crooked-bodies/
