PETER AND THE TRUTH

When Andrew brought me to him years ago,I loved him from the first and realizedThat somehow here was truth. I grew to knowWhere first, perhaps, I too much idolized.

It was, I think, the day we crossed the lakeTo where the brown and gullied hills sweep downFrom Gergesa that I came, more awake,To see that evil really has no power,That as a smile can brighten from a frown,Can trouble be destroyed.

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