|Satan Sowing Tares|
I stitch rumours in the seams of your doubts, lest you forget the slivers of truth in their meaning, the truth in their aching.
You ask their significance but I say there is nothing to tell, you yourself must seek out the difference of the dark from the light.
You ask: The Almighty? And I say: Maybe, maybe that’s so. But strip the vines from your heart that tighten and strangle, and with this freedom untangled let your truths break out in their boldness and let your light shimmer through.
But is my truth your truth? you ask and I say I don’t know. You and I, we are souls lost in the middle of unknowing and knowing, and I don’t have a definitive answer, I can only offer my feelings, things I feel that I know.
Just look all around you, I say (with a nod and a smile).
There is a doubling of doubt, a ditching of hope as you look all around you, see the fires of hell burning at the behest of mankind, and you boil in your anger finding darkness the answer and you scream in your knowing as you switch out the misery of all of the lights.
Brenda’s Wordle 332 asks us to use the following words in our words (!): Boil, ditch, light, lost, middle, mighty, nothing, rumours, seams, sliver, tell & vine. Above is my offering and rather grim don’t you think?
So on a happier note, hope you have a most wonderful New Year (and don’t worry about breaking your resolutions, most of us, all of us (?) do…I do…)
Also shared with the good folk at Poets United, hosted by Mary - cheers Mary, and New Year wishes to all at PU too!
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