truth and untruth

Its not the thought but its passing
that leans hard into the wind-
out standing words left
in the dust of regret and failure,
too soon forgotten
and no longer regarded.
Nouns and verbs
hanging on the line,
flapping in the cold breeze of memory.
The tales told will not be remembered
and the lies or untruths
are not long for this world.
Speak now or forever
hold your peace.
What peace is this that you should call it so?
What water under the bridge
flows directly to the point
of no return?
When will the words that must be said
be said – so that the ears and hearts will hear?
Such truths may be self evident
but not realized
until the final trumpet sounds.

Truths and Lies

Truths and Lies

Its not the thought but its passing
that leans hard into the wind-
out standing words left
in the dust of regret and failure,
too soon forgotten
and no longer regarded.
Nouns and verbs
hanging on the line,
flapping in the cold breeze of memory.
The tales told will not be remembered
and the lies or untruths
are not long for this world.
Speak now or forever
hold your peace.
What peace is this that you should call it so?
What water under the bridge
flows directly to the point
of no return?
When will the words that must be said
be said so that the ears will hear
such truths may be self evident
but not realized
until the final trumpet sounds.