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Epiphany of Truth
In the middle of the desert, in a foreign land,
I found something very strange stuck in the burning sand,
It rose above the arid plain with purpose plain to see,
Yet, what purpose it should serve was not yet clear to me,
Staring at the weathered surface did not calm my mind,
Nor did touching give me comfort, which I hoped to find,
Even as I tried to lay my back against its base,
I would never be at ease against its roughened face,
Then as I was turning to continue on my way,
A sudden gust of wind swept by and blew some sand away,
There, upon the base was carved one word that said it all,
"Truth" was standing right before me, ready for my call,
Thus I spoke the word aloud, and opened up a door,
Finding all the things I’d sought to find, and so much more,
Waiting for my choice to leave behind those shifting sands,
To gain stable bedrock upon which to make a stand.
©2002 Brian Winkler
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