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Truth

Truth is clear and One, but the veils of belief
hide outward constructs causing spiritual grief.

The Word is Truth, in reading some comprehend
but the heart’s intuition does not transcend

the Spirit’s intent, so, afraid to awake 
and slumbering ‘til death, His truth still opaque

revealing dirty mirrors of illusion,
but still espousing pride’s hidden confusion.

The Truth is eventually diluted—
the fruit bearing tree becoming uprooted

with truth’s seeds being cast in Love’s wind waiting
for Allah’s planting of rebirth, creating

fresh hope and flourishing gardens of His Will
always reborn, Truth never becoming nil.

Copyright © Sheryl Martin

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