They say the truth will out

They say the truth will out,

though even if it shouts

the sound is drowned

by wolves howling

and sheep bleating,

by snakes hissing

and birds chirping,

all loose under the light of a tired sun

 

They say the truth will out,

but what was He in

that night at the mountain-

the whirl-wind

and land-slide,

the thunder

and fire,

or the whisper at the cave mouth?

Previously

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Then to Now:

Birthday

Hope

Wind

A Day

I Post, Therefore

The Republic

Elevator

Tell Me A Story

Weather-Watching

The Path

Escape or Escapism?

Life Is

Crows

Leaves

Thoughts

Fire

Master Key

Patience

Morning Note