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My Truth (Christian reflection) 

In Christ, my truth is whole, 
A beacon of light that casts out fear. 
Through every storm, His love lasts, 
A calming force when all else fails. 

His grace, my strength, each step I take, 
Through Him, all doubts and shadows break. 
No trial too great, no path too steep, 
For in His arms, I safely sleep. 

The cross reveals love’s endless reach, 
His truth I teach. 
My truth is Christ, my guiding flame, 
Forever held in His holy name. 

 
My Truth (Sufi Reflection) 

In stillness, I hear truth arise, 
A whisper soft beneath the skies. 
It speaks not of what eyes can see, 
But love that flows eternally. 

I wandered lost, yet found the flame, 
That burns without the need for name. 
Each step, a dance of sacred grace, 
Guided by love’s unseen embrace. 

The world’s illusions fade away, 
My heart finds peace in night and day. 
No more to strive, no more to fear— 
My truth is love, forever near. 

My Truth (Buddhist Reflection) 

In silence, I discover who I am, 
A flicker in the boundless cosmic span. 
Desires rise and fall like tides at sea, 

Yet none define the quiet truth in me. 
The lotus blooms within this heart of mine, 
Each petal falls—attachment’s soft decline. 
Impermanence, a gentle friend to guide, 

I let go, as the self begins to slide. 
In every breath, the present moment sings, 
No grasping to the past or future’s wings. 
My truth is simply being, here and now, 
Awake to life, without a need to bow. 

My Truth (Atheist Reflection) 

In fleeting moments, truth takes form, 
A product of the mind, not faith’s norm. 
No higher power guides my way, 
Just reason’s light and life’s display. 

The stars above don’t hold my fate, 
But I find meaning in what I create. 
Through kindness, action, and my will, 
I shape my world, for good or ill. 

Morality, a choice, not divine decree, 
Born of empathy, my truth is free. 
In this short life, I find my grace, 
Not in heaven, but in the human race. 

My Truth(Hindu reflections)
 
I walk through life with simple grace, 
A smile, a nod, in every place, 
I give without a thought to keep, 
And find my joy in kindness deep. 

Each day, I plant these little seeds,
With gentle words and caring deeds, 
No spotlight shines, no grand parade, 
Yet love grows strong in each choice made. 

I trust in karma’s quiet ways, 
It weaves through life in soft displays, 
The good we share, it circles back, 
To warm the heart where once was lack. 

And sometimes when the world feels gray, 
I pause, look up, and drift away— 
A breath of peace, a touch of light, 
That lifts my soul into the night.
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