To Honour Her
To understand your very life and being,|
seek logic, form and sense in what you're seeing.
Truth will not from us itself conceal,
we open but our eyes to what is real.
Must we convince ourselves that's justified,
keep complex detailed notes to salve our pride?
Our rigid thoughts may flex, grey doubt then fleeing,
minds freed from petty bias and its spiel,
open, then, the lesson learned, applied.
To recognize base truth amongst absurd,
hear every nuance in the spoken word,
truth, girded not in silks to euphemize,
we at times confuse the forest with the trees.
Must we convince ourselves this truth has worth?
Be mindful that our Saviour walked this earth,
willing to be seen and to be heard.
To perhaps be swayed by memories,
listen, accepting spiritual re-birth.
And, in our attempts to recognize the signs,
to activate those concepts in our living,
define our boundaries and dividing lines;
truth may cause pain and thus require forgiving.
We avoid those places angels fear to tread,
Must every detail be so unforgiving?
Allow new ways of thinking in your old head,
ourselves our greatest obstacles to changing.
To accept these truths, run with them instead...
see what it takes; it may mean re-arranging.
It takes a fool to see life as unchanging.
Quote in bold:
to honour a great mind and heart.
perhaps be swayed by memories
I completed Myrna's phrase
using two trines
followed by a terza rima.
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