I thought a thought last eve, you see;
A thought that kind of dilemma’d me.
What if, I thought, I’d touched the truth?
What if, I thought, I’d not been uncouth?
What if, I thought, ’twas just belief;
To express my view, in full bas-relief?
All just “What ifs?” Certainly!
But just “What ifs” mayn’t be just to ye.
And then the real thought came; it spake to me.
Said it:
Remember this friend; I make it known.
Your Truth’s a version of the truth,
Your Truth’s a clue and you’re a sleuth.
Your truth is true in certain space,
And ’tis true in certain time.
Your truth is part of larger part,
Which is part of larger truth.
You spend your life collecting parts,
Of fragments and pieces and still other parts.
And when you’re done; when you’re just thru.
Your life’s just part of an unknown true.
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14 August 2011
Spurred by an instant messenger conversation with a friend.
