Truth

 

A whisper soft, yet sharp and clear,

A beacon bright, it draws us near.

No shadow dims its steadfast glow,

Through time and tides, it will not bow.

It wears no mask, it tells no lies,

Its mirror shows what underlies.

Through tangled webs, it cuts a way,

Revealing night, unveiling day.

It may be harsh, it may be kind,

A balm for heart, or storm for mind.

Yet those who seek its endless light,

Will find their path, their guide, their right.

For truth is more than what is seen,

It whispers where the soul has been.

A silent vow, a boundless key,

That sets the weary spirit free.

So hold it close, though it may sting,

Its song’s eternal, let it sing.

For in its arms, life’s roots take hold,

Truth, the treasure, more than gold.