Once you see the truth,
you can't unsee it.

It hangs above the head,
hovering like a hawk,
waiting for the moment
to pierce home to its prey.

It sticks between the ribs,
always patiently discomforting
for its final plunge home
to heart-felt conviction.

It rests upon the tongue
to compell its right moment
to shine in clear brilliance
of lightning-born utterance.

Run 10,000 miles,       
and it will follow,
loping like a loving hound
on your trail 
to insure your faith.

The truth won't be buried,
entangled or enslaved.
Its revelation is to live,
its denial is to die.

Copyright 2009, Jerry W. Engler