The Truth Is Poem by Lovita Morang

...the truth is that...

Do I or in me,
A selfish beast born?

butchering the bond-
Beauty of unitedness-the closeness…

Touch of your tender finger,
Did never in me the divinity awaken?

Looked back to hold over you.
Hidden!

Far and far,
Farther than the stars;
Searched you,
I in each star.

Shattered before the eyes,
Mercilessly-

Castles of woven dreams,
Storms of unseen devil;
Dwelling daringly ever,
Happily…

Away blown;
Like the wind.
And I-
Closing my eyes,

Moved ahead…
Just to live; Just waiting.
God hasn’t seen you doing,
Sin-
Sinner nor am I.

Truth-Not yet borne,
Why you had to be the first to be borne-

To drink the nectar of;
Unmotherly birth?