Do we worship a concept
we cannot define
Do we dig for a treasure
that we’ll never find
Is the belief that it’s there,
enough to forge on
In perpetual failure,
no words to our song
Do we feel we’re the closest
when the bottom falls out
To be left further back,
and then bandied about
Does it even exist,
is it worth all the pain
The searching and fighting,
and what’s there to gain
Enduring the hardship
its pilgrimage holds
Because life without truth,
all body—no soul
To die unenlightened
and scarred from the search
Still a legacy worthy
—in veracity’s church
(Augustinian Cemetery: September, 2020)
Deliverance
Should I share my truth with you,
or take it to the grave
And bury what my life has been…
the fearful and the brave
Should I share a final word,
before my name is called
To pour your cup into that stream
—that runs beyond the falls
(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)