Poem: The Hidden Truth


In the center of everything appeared a light
A beautiful truth that flowed like water
It had always been there, but I did not see it

I tried to name it but words became thorns
Tangling up the meanings and stinging me
Words turned to colors and melted together
Like a crayon painting lying in the sun.

In the center of everything a river of light
And on it a cross with no one nailed to it
I saw people riding it much like a boat
Prophets spoke, each holding a different book
Each book a bowl of flowers
Each flower a ray of light

In the center of everything,  a truth never spoken
Although if one listens it can be heard
It has always been there, but do you feel it?
If so, then follow.

Copyright 2003-2015 Grace Lindsay. This is an original work by Grace, if you wish to publish it please contact her.

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