"The Honesty of Truth"
"The Honesty of Truth"
By: Brendan Cadman
The truth is candid.
It does not protect your vanity,
with colorful disguises or gentle words.
It is a monster whose kingdom reigns,
between the heartless and the compassionate,
where what you want bows to what you need.
The truth is liberating.
Without it our ships navigate over choppy waters,
lost in the dying light of a sinking sun,
within the witching hour between twilight and nightfall.
Through the hazy fog and spraying mist of uncertainty,
it is the only light that can guide you to the dock.
The truth is courageous.
It is a choice to turn your back on the pain,
and falling feeling of agony and intimidation.
To stand with your feet planted firmly beneath you,
in the midst of danger and pain.
It never compromises in difficult times,
even in the unrelenting face of armageddon.
The truth is just.
It does not disparage against the have-nots,
nor succumb to the bidding of the well-off.
Within reach and always out of grasp,
it deters the dark intentions of the wicked,
and mends the tattered and torn.
The truth is noble.
It rejects the warm quilt of conformity,
stead fast in its convictions with whole hearted belief.
Fulfilling its purpose of holding up the righteous and moral,
immovable in its quest and pressing on against a persistent foe.
Dignified and grand it does not aim to please,
rather to lead and govern as a guiding hand.
The truth is generous.
It is selfless on the winding road that it walks,
unconcerned with self-interest or pursuit of personal gain.
What it offers far exceeds what it expects in return,
compensated in its weight in gold,
by the strengthening of blood, bond, and body.
The truth is faithful.
It does not look to cheat or deceive while,
struggling to remain upright under the boulders weight.
It perseveres through the long casting shadows of doubt and cynicism.
It does not seek comfort in the arms of another,
unflinchingly devout in its cause and true to itself.
Despite being anchored to a hidden ocean floor,
it does not panic amongst the towering and crashing waves.
The truth is merciful.
It unlocks the chains and unfastens the shackles,
that confine the hearts and minds,
of captives unaccompanied of its existence.
It lightens the load on the shoulders of its offenders,
sifting through the smoldering remains where bridges once stood,
done not in pity but rather in understanding.
The truth is hopeful.
It is a godsend dispatched from the heavens,
leading the lost back home.
It is a helping hand outstretched,
picking up the fallen and stumbled.
It empowers the weak, it encourages the crestfallen,
it fortify's the assured, it gives meaning to hollow.
It breaths life into the dead, it is everything we are.
By: Brendan Cadman
The truth is candid.
It does not protect your vanity,
with colorful disguises or gentle words.
It is a monster whose kingdom reigns,
between the heartless and the compassionate,
where what you want bows to what you need.
The truth is liberating.
Without it our ships navigate over choppy waters,
lost in the dying light of a sinking sun,
within the witching hour between twilight and nightfall.
Through the hazy fog and spraying mist of uncertainty,
it is the only light that can guide you to the dock.
The truth is courageous.
It is a choice to turn your back on the pain,
and falling feeling of agony and intimidation.
To stand with your feet planted firmly beneath you,
in the midst of danger and pain.
It never compromises in difficult times,
even in the unrelenting face of armageddon.
The truth is just.
It does not disparage against the have-nots,
nor succumb to the bidding of the well-off.
Within reach and always out of grasp,
it deters the dark intentions of the wicked,
and mends the tattered and torn.
The truth is noble.
It rejects the warm quilt of conformity,
stead fast in its convictions with whole hearted belief.
Fulfilling its purpose of holding up the righteous and moral,
immovable in its quest and pressing on against a persistent foe.
Dignified and grand it does not aim to please,
rather to lead and govern as a guiding hand.
The truth is generous.
It is selfless on the winding road that it walks,
unconcerned with self-interest or pursuit of personal gain.
What it offers far exceeds what it expects in return,
compensated in its weight in gold,
by the strengthening of blood, bond, and body.
The truth is faithful.
It does not look to cheat or deceive while,
struggling to remain upright under the boulders weight.
It perseveres through the long casting shadows of doubt and cynicism.
It does not seek comfort in the arms of another,
unflinchingly devout in its cause and true to itself.
Despite being anchored to a hidden ocean floor,
it does not panic amongst the towering and crashing waves.
The truth is merciful.
It unlocks the chains and unfastens the shackles,
that confine the hearts and minds,
of captives unaccompanied of its existence.
It lightens the load on the shoulders of its offenders,
sifting through the smoldering remains where bridges once stood,
done not in pity but rather in understanding.
The truth is hopeful.
It is a godsend dispatched from the heavens,
leading the lost back home.
It is a helping hand outstretched,
picking up the fallen and stumbled.
It empowers the weak, it encourages the crestfallen,
it fortify's the assured, it gives meaning to hollow.
It breaths life into the dead, it is everything we are.
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