
Whispers from Eternity

Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
It is
often
only through
the lens of art
that we can
understand the world.
Even if you don’t
rise for opportunity,
rise for success,
or rise for command,
always,
always rise
for the truth.
None of us
thinks “I am evil,”
yet
the world
is full
of the stuff.
We speak lies
but reveal
our truths
in action,
as though
deceit
just can’t make it
all the way
to our hands.
“Fear is
a lie.”
Fear
told me
you would
say that.
It’s not only
the Liar
who prefers
lies;
it is,
often,
that the
Hearer
favors
them
even more.
It strikes me that
we should never
be broken
or shaken
by disparaging
words;
either the accusations
are true,
and we, should, therefore,
cherish the enlightenment
and be motivated to effect
interior transformation,
or the accusations
are unfounded,
a symptom of the evil
that plagues the accuser.
When untruths are
leveled against us,
it is only the slanderer
who is made less,
deadened (somehow)
even further.