Truth is the polyphonous choir of the birds,
Singing contrapuntally in the autumn woods.
Truth is the bubbling laughter of the icy mountain creek,
That tries to share the joke with you but can’t catch his breath to
speak.
Truth is the Morse code messages of headlights through guard rails.
Truth is the cacophony of upturned garbage pails.
Truth is in my heart like a seed that’s sprouting up.
Truth is overflowing my heart as from a cup.
And what does it mean to say the truth is in me?
It means the truth is in you also; that is plain to see.
The truth is also outside, as well as it is in,
But remembering it’s inside is where we should begin.
And the truth is love, and the truth is peace,
And the truth is joy, but the greatest of these--
The greatest of these far and high above,
Truth and peace and the greatest one is love!
Love is the flock of geese that honks out affirmation.
Love is the Pond at dawn who reflects in admiration
The face she sees right back at you in all your natural beauty.
Love is the hand scrawled prophecy on a window dull and sooty.
Peace is acceptance given before repentance.
Joy is mirth for the life we have on earth
But the greatest of these great mysteries
The greatest of these I shout into the breeze
The greatest of these is love, the greatest of these is love
credits
from Trail Journal,
released November 26, 2020
Written by Lance Eads
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