Truth

My truth

isn’t the palm trees in trafalgar square

the sunny blue skies above the hurricane

the Willow stretching through the church

My truth

is the music of bird song in the garden

the whisper of the wind on the river

the lips of a lover by a streetlight

My truth

is the moments when I am

Truly

Wholly

Here.


-Ben

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