The Truth - Poem by Leslie Alexis
The truth can penetrate your soul and mind.
Akin to flowers in the spring, it can
Relieve one of the stress within the day.
The truth as pixie dust is magic, yes:
Removing burden, truth makes worry free.
The truth as living waters gives new life.
A mountain, truth can easily move, and then
A mountain truth can easily build, it can!
Within its shield, no man can be condemned;
But if his truth condemns he’ll be condemned.
To such a man the truth is like a knife
That punctures heart and turns till job is done.
O’ speak the truth: the cost is what it will
My mother said when I was young, and oft’
My truth left me in tears: But now I’m wise:
My hands, they never move if they might twist
My tongue, as it is twisted now- the truth…
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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