Ecclesia De Veritate

Do we worship a concept we cannot define Do we dig for a treasure that we’ll never find Is the belief that it’s there, enough to forge on In perpetual failure, no words to our song Do we feel we’re the closest when the bottom falls out To be left further back, and then bandied about Does it even exist, is it worth all the pain The searching and fighting, and what’s there to gain Enduring the hardship its pilgrimage holds Because life without truth, all body—no soul To die unenlightened and scarred from the search Still a legacy worthy —in veracity’s church (Augustinian Cemetery: September, 2020)