By Andrew R. Duckworth
No one said it was easy.
If anything, Truth is difficult.
Truth confronts us in our comfort.
In a world where we surround ourselves
With comfortable lies,
The opposite breaks our shell.
And when we’ve weaved ourselves in lies,
The Truth can seem like hell.
But Truth is Truth, and lies breed hate
For neighbor, child, and friend.
Should we choose to forego Truth,
We’ll meet a dreadful end.
The lies we tell dig in deep,
Stretching far and wide,
But the Truth comes to uproot
So in rest our soul reside.