On Truth
Please contemplate on the following line of spiritual inquiry:
“To what avail are scriptures etched on stones ~
If it’s true, we must feel it in our bones”
ON TRUTH
the truth is
we have doubts
the bigger truth is
we feel an enemy
shouting, from the mountaintop,
relentlessly, piercingly
etched on stones
chiseled and old
names why are they so important?
dates that rein us in
they are kin
we want to know them
remember them
hold them
close enough, we curl
on the overgrown grass,
or sometimes smell
the scent of fresh mown.
leaning backwards, from tablet
to typewriter, to pen and ink,
to the ten commandments.
why do we care so much!?
that great why -
we either hide our faces
or raise our eyes, heavenbound.
the scribes breathed in and out
the power of the stones
the rock hard truths
the one that rolled away
sealed the deal
without the resurrection,
what does it all mean?
no direction.
the truth is
i believe.
5/2/2022
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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