Truth

When I sit tight, clenching my armour

And then joining them in ablutions

Of blessing all and sundry with rhymes and hymns

There in the dark shadow of the night

My dreams unfettered take flight.

Each day I labour at something,

Something small, something sweet, something profound

As doubts cloud my mind

And sometimes I release my fears.

I walk each day knowing

That all labour bears fruit

And there at His feet

I lay all my tears and gathered soot.

I never tire from treading long

On the path of Justice and Truth

And sometimes there are those

Who trounce me without ruth.

I climb the eternal mountain of joy

Showering my love in rhymes to those who plod

And there just by the pinnacle

I meet an angel

Who picks me up

And delivers me,

Me a sight for all to see,

Journeying through the rhythms of life,

Labouring line by line.

Now that I have reached the top

I simply refuse to stop

And with the angel I soar towards the sun

No more needing to labour, no more to run.

The journey of life is beautiful such

And as you work you gather sweat and dust

And as you age your bones wither and rust

But to aim for the sun is what I must.

As I write this poem I feel relief

Of someone who has strength and belief,

Someone who though just one tiny speck 

Could make one cry with a gigantic peck,

Incorrigible in my pursuit of Truth,

The heart knows its wishes absolute.