Terrie L. Grogg
The Truth - Poem by Terrie L. Grogg
The truth sometimes is so vague,
manifested in a workshop, developed
into a natural ability. Do we search in a Holy book, dictionary,
the lawyer, judge and jury?
Science and mathematical facts? The musketeer and knight, Joan of Ark,
or saints and heroes of the past.
Strong willed individuals, and the
underdog last! Is the truth debatable or a one-way sign,
nagging or settled down in the brain?
To be cradled or coddled and held . . . In truth, unequivocal and a fair servant . . .
Do you dare care to explore for yourself
in the truth?
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