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.