Truth, Lies and the Light

TRUTH, LIES AND THE LIGHT Who do you believe? Does it match? Should it? “What is truth,” asked Pontius Pilate. We throw the truth around like a sports ball. We laugh, we play the game. Do we SEEK truth or do we grabbag it? Do we believe our peers? Do we believe the minority, the majority? Do we perform a few mind tricks? Do we go to school to learn the truth? Does truth matter? Or do we pull the rabbit out of the hat? Do we unwind a scroll to tell us all about it? Do we make it up? Do we lie? Does it matter? Are we just fed up, mad? So is it emotion or truth? Do we believe all that we see with our eyes, Ears, senses, even lenses? I grew up with - believe none of what you hear and half of what you see. The older i get the more i believe Because my old eyes fail me And i often hear things incorrectly Not to mention All the nonsense needled into my veins Even what i think i say cannot be trusted What i always believe in is love Opening doors Saying hello Comforting the discouraged Listening intently with my heart Not darting my eyes to and fro While i talk to you Not raging - i can’t see you then When all goes dark i close my eyes and look up Centered i can now see with open eyes the light 5/30/2017 *John 18:38