TRUTH . . . IN A POEM BY A FRIEND

Don't hold me responsible for beliefs
That have probably changed by the time you
read these lines.
And above all,
Don't hold them up against me demanding that I
live by them, and
prove them.
I don't want to prove anything!
Merely to stand in dumb desire and rollicking awe;
Open-mouthed with wonder and delight
At life's flickering moments of
instant understanding,
surprise revelation and
flashes of simple beauty.

Don't you see that deepest beliefs are always the
most elusive
Like strange, exotic fish found in the darkest depths.
Like crystal waiting to catch the sun,
And like butterflies,
When you try to pin them down, you kill them.

© Phil Streeter 2004

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