The Truth about Truth

Who has a need for mysticism or

For pantheism?  Only weakest ones

Require prayer’s mistiness and these are poor

And needy.  They ignore uncounted suns,

Uncountable, in fact, and, close to home

They seem to think that mystery succeeds

Where daisies by their thousands robe a dome

Across a hill.  These men involve the seeds

Of dandelions all afloat upon

The village air there seeking for their cave,

Their tiny grave in grass.  These men watch dawn

And hymn the seacoasts’ wave, wave, wave.

  The truth is not in relative nor in

    The absolute.  We find truth where we sin.

~ Phillip Whidden