Of Time and Truth

We learn too much too late; Truth can’t pretend

It stands unaltered in Time’s heaving lake

Immutable, though we bicker and break

The rules only to find out in the end

What our forefathers suffered, just as we

To learn with jaws dropped low and knowledge spent

Because, though headstrong stubbornness was bent

Somehow determined to change history

We cannot change what cannot be annulled

To ignore Truth simply leaves senses dulled

So then, what hope is there of change at all

Or any good to come from the disgrace

Of fumbling, stumbling, stubborn human race?

Are pleasantries a hoax of syllable?

Will the naysayer armed with ‘right’ and ‘wrong’

And foreboding froth spewing from austere lips

Be champion, counting on fingertips

His shallow prize of self-righteous aplomb?

Nay, Truth is not small-talk but mercy’s gift

An anchor in a sea where notions drift

God, rich in love and grace does not digress

Though Time rushes like water over stone

Diluting what our forefathers made known

No hour fazes I AM's holiness

Where puffed up vanity blinds us and greed

Distracts us from The Great Accountant’s charge

Still Truth will guide each humble, bumbling barge

For nothing here can change what love decreed

And though we learn so late what we know, still

The Truth will set us free to do God’s will

© Janet Martin

Heaven and earth will pass away but my words will never pass away. Matt 24:35