Truth Is Not Loud Poem by Grant House

truth is not loud
the quiet truth does not brag
it does not threaten, belittle, or demean
it waits in the stairwell and watches through a small window
as the man without honor digs his reputation grave
truth provides the dirt that covers his name
the lying man without honor will lie in darkness, an infinity of nameless shame
truth is timeless and not proud
truth is patient while the puffed up braggart throws his weight around
truth is quietly waiting
the people are watching and waiting
when this disturbing time has passed and is in the ground
the truth will rise up
deeply rooted aspiring higher
vastly diverse
trees becoming forests
all manner of life within, above, below thriving
clean, fresh air returning
wind sweeping across prairies
whipping the waves of teaming oceans
fresh water cascading over cataracts
still pools calming, soothing
days and nights and seasons flowing
the small dishonor grave forgotten
consumed by life
no, truth need not be loud
truth does not have to brag, threaten, belittle, or demean
it quietly watches through a small window
as the man without honor digs his reputation grave