Truth
by Carol Elizabeth Owens

The truth is never aloof
it delights in its own proof
rediscovers its lost youth
and conceals false roots. 


The truth is present forever – 
it confuses the clever
whose loyalties are tethered
to falsity’s fair-weather winds;

 
But where does truth begin?
Is it where lies end?
Or where illusions mend
the worn fabric of pretend?

 
Truth often comes and goes,
like a constant breeze that blows,
like a current stream it flows,
like a tune that we all know.

 
But like an old song
truth is often unsung;
while its melody is hummed
awaiting harmony in tongue.


Truth is like a scout
seeking itself out
when pretense creates
shadows of doubt.


Truth never overreaches,
is clever as it teaches;
gives no thought to giving speeches
and likes to practice what it preaches.


Truth is known to me and you
no matter what we do – 
one plus one is two
and truth is always true.