Absolute Truth: How Can it Be?
Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox.
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”
The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you in scriptures and prayers,
The moderns doubted you in facts and proofs.
Absolute truth, a hidden treasure in the dark,
I’ve been searching for you with a lantern and a map.
Absolute truth, a misty mountain peak,
We’ve been climbing towards you with a rope and a pick.
Absolute truth, a puzzle, and a wonder,
We’ve been solving you with a clue and a key.
The enlighteners searched you in nature and reason,
The romantics sang you in passion and vision,
The existentialists questioned you in freedom and action.
Absolute truth: are you still alive and relevant?
You’ve been inspiring us with your beauty and your grace.
Absolute truth, you are diverse and multifaceted,
You’ve been expressing yourself in every culture and every race.
Absolute truth, you are complex and paradoxical,
You’ve been challenging me to question and embrace.
The analytics dissected you in symbols and signs,
The continentals explored you in history and culture,
The postmoderns deconstructed you in relativity and plurality.
Absolute truth, you invite us to seek, doubt, affirm, and critique.
You show us the value of curiosity and humility.
Absolute truth: you challenge us to dialogue, listen, respect, and appreciate.
You teach us the importance of diversity and empathy.
Absolute truth, you call us to transcend, transform, love, and serve.
You lead us to the ultimate goal of harmony and peace.
The scientists explain you in matter and energy,
The believers proclaim you in faith and grace,
The artists create you in beauty and meaning.
But the needle spins wildly, a chilling impart…
"Absolute Truth is a compass with a broken heart."
Copyright ©
Daniel Henry Rodgers
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