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Paradox

Four truths

The poorest truth is logical.
Picks its way through stumbling blocks.
When it meets a paradox,
bangs its head against the wall. 

The next one is poetical.
Steps aside where logic sticks,
swaps around the building bricks.
Has no plan to it at all.

The third is allegorical,
the most that we can understand,
snapshots of the promised land.
Jesus chose the parable. 

The last truth is the best of all:
purpose yet to be revealed,
paradox to be unsealed.
This will take the curtain call.