Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Poem 10: The Hand of Truth

 

The Hand of Truth


Truth remains in your h a n d s

turn around, and time is lost



no longer on the path

w a n d e r i n g through the trees



take your t i m e or hurry up

the choice is always y o u r s



a n y day could be too late

there are no dozen chances



will you let go and g i v e up

pass into death's open arms...

Why sink or get stuck – press on

there's a treasure to be won



there's truth behind the fog

or better still b e y o n d the clouds

we can all find out how...

though the clouds break our v i e w

the sun with break through

keep reaching for the hands of t r u t h






Nov 18, 2005 - Cheryl Tower
 
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