Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?”
So, what say you?
~Mark Schutter ©2016
This poem was inspired by my hope that in 2017 I can continue to remove some of the many masks I wear that hide me from others. To be more authentic and real, more vulnerable and accepting, of myself and others. To not live under the shadows others expectations. My wife and I have decided that 2017 will be a year of preparation for us. Preparing our hearts, minds and bodies for the future of all that is good and available to us each day. Now, I leave the ball in your court, how will you live in 2017?
Can you answer that question for yourself, or if asked by others?
I so often struggle with the question, for what is truth? Is it based on our feelings, our emotions, our circumstances? The things we can see with our eyes, hear with our ears or smell with our nose? Something we can hold, something we can own?
Or is truth something more?
To paraphrase the Grinch, “… maybe it doesn’t come from a store. Maybe… perhaps… it means a little bit more!”
I believe there is a reality beyond what we can always see. It lies at the intersection of the physical and spiritual worlds, and then sometimes, when the veil is thin we are allowed a glimpse. A glimpse into the truth of reality. For now we must rest in the assurance of myths that hold an element of the truth and the narrow path upon which it lies.
For truth is still truth: whether I, you, we or anyone else chooses to believe it or not.
For now we must listen to the voices of myth. Those myths of a God, a power greater than ourselves, that is what I believe in. Legends of a God who became man and walked among us with only love. He weeps for the lost and the evil in the world but the tales hold the truth in the words they speak. May we each be strong, help one another and stay on the path to the truth, for he and a greater future awaits us, if we dare.
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