Thursday, April 05, 2007



17 July 00

If love of God and man has spoken true:
Polyphonous all truth that is divine,
It follows that no one of us can think
To speak God's truth in what we say and do.

And yet there is a truth that's wholly mine,
Not holy truth, but what makes me a link
In chains of truth — the reason that I grew
To life as fruit of love — and all that's fine
In me, the flower of food and drink:

Though devilish, I must receive my due.
In every life, some truth will form the spine,
Will rise although all else be set to sink.

What wondrous love to make our lives of night
In counterpoint reveal our truth in light.

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