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Between two Truths (Free verse) by Dovina Iâve pedaled a swath of southern hills
they call the Bible Belt.
Saints and sinners defined by creed,
the kinds of churches like colors of cars.
Cigarettes are always welcome,
and beerâs against the law,
but a house in Butler holler
gives comfort from the cross,
Southern Comfort on the rocks.
Here I find a sweet relief.
Jesus and home folk hear it all,
and know a truth a preacher taught,
but not the one He brought.
I came to bring you life, He said,
but dogma holds them back,
holding forth the word of church
rejecting one great offer.
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