All I need is truth.
You are not truth, but I see truth in you
like a window pa(i)n(e) frames
the drops of water reflecting
roses in the garden of
all that is good
of all that is
worthy of sunlit
attention
like a red wagon
derby race
down the sloped streets of
childhood
where I once
held the handle
in charge of the wheels
that directed my path
across neighborhood obstacles
of lemon (aid) stands
and joggers
those laugh-barking pups
till mothers called dinner
and darkness
bid sleep
for an eternity of
dreamfilled night
when I would pray
out my window
towards the clouds that
form rain
caught in between
the desire to spin wheels
faster and
the hope of serenity
in the shape of
a streaking water droplet
blazing a trail
that would soon fall
as the truth of water
to form a puddle of reflection--
a two-way mirror
of God's love my truth;
that everything I need
comes from above.
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