The Truest Things

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The truest things stop mind or heart in mid

Thought, beat.  They halt the eyes.  An April tree

Is like the prophet saints who all forbid

Our boredoms.  Seers seek theophany.

The truest things are summer, shark fins in

The ocean waves that lifeguards yell to warn

About, a cancer tumor on the skin,

A blast above Hiroshima to mourn.

The truest things in autumn, maple sap

That rises like a hidden spirit, slant

Of sunlight through the scarlet leaves that slap

In holy dreams:  these facts destroy cant.

  Each perfect snowflake in the winter blinks

    The truth and teaches it with glistening winks.

~ Phillip Whidden