TRUTH
TRUTH is a shattered mirror of shards,
Strewn in bits shiny and bright.
Each finds his own shard and knows in his heart
That surely his own shard is right.
Do not cut with the righteous sharp edge of your shard
In greed or to win in your fight.
Wounds fill the dark chasms that lie in life’s path
With the blackness of hatred and fright.
But turn you shard; reflect light from above,
A small beam in the chasms of night.
That we all may see to walk a safe path
When we all turn our shards to the light.
© David W. Oliver 9/7/99
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