"Truth! Truth! Give us truth!"
Is what we say, but where do we look: to the world? For affirmation we cling to half-truths and broad faced lies, But they're empty, we find, No help. No help at all. But even obvious falsehoods seem less frightening than seeking real answers. Because truth requires real effort and death. It requires a humbling, tumbling, and crumbling of all we call self. To dust we must go, Utterly stripped of pride. Only after this self is dead and buried can life be breathed into it anew. Growth is necessary for life, Growing pains-- inevitable. We find, at first, we can't quite stand on our own. Our zeal for life and works won't support us more than an instant. We fall hard, we're shaken. We have to learn dependence. We have to learn to listen, discern, And obey. We have to trust. We have to be wary of the dust Of our old selves reaching out To blind us and coat our mouths With unclean, gritty nonsense. Yes wary, but not fearful. Dust is no match for the eternal well-spring offered to us. Reviving, renewing, refreshing water of life. Comments are closed.
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