To Deny Truth
Reality wasn't what I saw when faced with challenges
greater than I could imagine, and to deny truth I made up
excuses to hide from all; ah! Who was the real loser?
All I had to do was reach out, and not fear the outcome
but my sight was blocked by a thick blindfold,
I was the typical blind man struggling on a cane led by a dog,
not pitying myself...I assumed it was utter fate!
As a bright child with an innovative vision, I had different dreams,
many plans to raise above others and be praised;
and dreaming, I was compelled to deny truth, transforming myself
into someone relying on hope, rather than faith!
O eyes that once beheld glory, your sky was radiant as spring...
when lovely days led to quite, serene nights!
O heart that was amazed by the grandeur of creation, nothing was
more gratifying than that sublime moment!
Today that veil preventing light from shining, has been lifted to unfold
a treasure without gold, that treasure wealthy men don't own;
no riches can be compared to this wisdom
learned with patience...is there a need to deny truth?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
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