Resonating Through

The part of truth that matters is not part,

But whole.  A part of truth is goodness, yet

That’s like a lovely body lacking heart,

More like a corpse, a mango seeping blet.

If truth has beauty in it, that is not

Enough, the way that holiness is cold

Without an amethystine love, light shot

Through facets, not communion bread with mould.

Truth must have value, but the value must

Be more than courage in the bullring.  Mind

Knows truth, but that is not enough.  It’s dust

Unless it has deep wisdom, not its rind.

  The arts present us truth, but they are gates.

     We need the Truth that zing interpolates.

~ Phillip Whidden