Finding truth

It seemed so hard

Because it seemed

I was the one who had the important part of it

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I tried explaining

They dont listen

No,

They cant hear

And dont know they are deaf

What a wall I encountered

It seemed so obvious to me

I know I have a part of the truth

And no one would receive it

The tension within me rose

And I shouted even louder

Ive got it, Ive got it, listen to me

and none could hear me

a voice from the ether

whispering, pleading, almost unheard

Do you have all the truth?,

no, I whined, but I have the important part

parts, I quickly corrected myself, I have the important parts,

I asserted to myself

I silently nursed my wounded ego,

I have the parts, the important parts,

the pretty, pretty parts.

It was like a mantra in my brain

foolish others, why wont they listen,

I have the pretty parts,

The pretty, pretty parts.

And no one could hear my song

An unframed question

Formed itself in the void,

How will you complete the truth you dont have?

I will comfort myself with what I have,

I wont trouble myself with the other parts

The insignificant, the unnecessary, the unpretty.

I have the pretty parts,

The pretty, pretty parts

My heart was angry

My heart was sad

Cant you see the beauty

I moaned, I groaned

I felt broken with desire

Why cant they see it?

Why WONT they see it?

A promise and a threat

Speaking from the evil darkness

If you listen to me I can tell you how they will hear you,

and hear you gladly.

All, I asked, will they all hear me?

only a few, a very, very few,

echoed in the darkness,

but the few will feed your soul

and give you peace,

peace and joy

how, my broken heart pleaded

Love the people more than you love the truth you think youve found

love them when they wont hear

love them when they hate you

serve them when they wont appreciate it

I cussed,

Id have to die for them, I spat

OK, then, the voice intoned,

Ill give you an example to follow

and Ill put my spirit within you to enable you

to love them with my love.

and then He died

and gave all who would receive

His undivided spirit

I discoved I could not love them

more than the truth I thought Id found

I want to put more faith in the truth Ive found

Than in love

I want to love my truth

More than people

Certainly more than in listening

Certainly more than giving others a feeling of being listened to

And so

I lock the door of my soul

And truth

(the real parts, the real, real parts)

can not come in

(the parts that give peace and life and joy)

can not intrude

the only way Ill ever be delivered

is through intercession

of one who will die for me

you who have truth,

will you die for me

will you love me

more than your truth

will you sacrifice your speaking

to hear me

even when I will not hear you

09/03/2004