Truth In the Morning
TRUTH IN THE MORNING
I heard the cat meow. Or, perhaps, I heard a dream.
But I saw sunrise in my window.
it was real.
I felt the world explode, blazing bright.
And, I knew, piercing my mind
It was real.
My waking senses saw, felt, heard, absorbed
new life flowing in and comprehended.
It was Truth.
I saw, I felt, I heard, I absorbed the morning fire.
It was there. My soul burned clearly.
How could I deny Truth?
After coffee, a shower, maybe breakfast,
then the news. In the pages, on the screen
the world again exploded, but
somewhere else, and someone else to blame.
I sighed, and thought;
Truth in the morning
becomes something else
at noon.
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