06 Sep Honest Name, Way Upright
Posted at 17:02h
in Poems
Few receive, as a gift, of the truth
(None always eager to learn from life),
As the heart needs rest from the truth:
Yet it rests in its bed as its wife . . .
Where do I arrive walking in the truth,
What does it mean to live life “factually” . . .
I may not always know the truth, in truth,
But I know how it relates back to me.