Rose seeds become the rose, is truth;
A constant for all living things.
So when we hear a song bird’s song
It’s what that song bird always sings.
Don’t search in ‘bones’ of men long dead.
Their truths invented are all dust.
The truth that God wrote in our genes
Can be the only truth we trust.
We must “reach out…”; become our ‘rose’.
To become less…a falsity.
The truth we search for we will find
Becoming what we each can be.
Beautiful!
Thanks!