Thursday, June 25, 2020

The Uncertain Gift

Crying is an uncertain gift
you are adrift
awash, if you will, 
in an emotional swill

When words fail,
enter a dark wale
spilling over time
truth in silver lines

Mocked as weak
labeled for the meek
Don't chide the sublime
God provided our kind

It's no calamity
for humanity
Let go
of the lie you've been sold

The deception of thought
the mind has wrought
can create so-called truth
yet the heart always speaks true


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