Truth Does Not Live in a Vacuum

2023 – new & deeper meaning found in old musings

By Edna Peirce Dixon

September 23, 2018

Truth is an enigma. Like water, truth gives life

And yet truth holds the power to destroy life.

Tempered with love, truth is a powerful tool

It heals wounds and restores broken spirits.

Like a knife forged from tempered steel

Truth can cut away the bonds of pain and suffering.

Yet when raised in anger, truth becomes a weapon.

Like a knife driven into the heart, it destroys life.

Truth sometimes hides out in a magic box

Just sitting there beside the paths of life.

It is not our box or even our truth,

But its power compels. Just a peek; what can it hurt?

All-consuming flames of bitter truth leap out, overwhelm

Whispering truths an innocent heart should never hear.

Truths, once learned, can never be unlearned

Now burned, face aflame, the curious must carry the burden.

Should the alarm bells be rung, sounding a warning?

Or would it be wiser to bury the box of fiery destruction

And trust life-giving waters of truth, tempered with love

To extinguish its flame, heal wounds, restore broken spirits?

e. p. dixon © September 23, 2018

Reflection:

Wish I could understand why this new reflection must be so bittersweet, but it is. Sometimes even loving kindness can become the source of sorrow. When you least expect it another’s truth can be twisted into the very knife that breaks your heart of joy. For a moment you wonder if it would have been better to just walk on by and never have opened the box at all?

Curiosity is a risk most dare not take. Rather these seek safe harbor and find contentment there. For them, this is enough.

As for me, a resounding NO!

With each coming day I will continue to cheer for the unfolding triumphs of one precious soul who waited too long alone in the dark, wondering if he would ever find his way, seeking only the light of simple loving kindness.

Despite the singed hair, the hard lessons, and even the pain in my heart, I have no regret. Disappointments aside, taken in stride, my heart will continue to rejoice. Isn’t this all that really matters?

Sings Many Songs

Published by Sings Many Songs

I'm an 80-something child of the great depression and WWII. Throughout my life I have been a seeker, an outsider, never quite belonging anywhere, still always looking through cracks in the fences of life, questioning, challenging, learning, trying to make sense of the world and its conventions. A lifelong student with many interests and a love of writing and editing, my elder's path led to encouraging and assisting some remarkable people to write out their amazing stories. This calling became the magic elixir that keeps me growing, keeps me alive.

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