My God I will write whatever You wish

Where it begins I do not know
Where it ends proposes a greater mystery

My thoughts fall to You often
When I see the rains flood the lands of earth
And the people are scattered
And there is war in many places
And mad men make hostage your children
That they may have a voice

Who speaks for the children of hunger
Or the women of perverse sorrows
Or the men of lost power
Or the people of bondage
Or the savagery of commerce
Or the addict that wills their own desires?

More today claim truth
Than have ever claimed truth before
Yet where can truth be found?
Who can speak a thing that is true?
What word is given in proven sovereignty
To this world today?

There are those who shout “violence”
As Job once did
And indeed they speak truth in this
But they are not those who claim truth
They are those who claim violence
And destruction.

Many use the words of peace,
Love, happiness, law, higher-self, spirituality
And so many more follow in earnest
Seeking, wanting, hoping, praying
Yet how is it that every word falls short
In the hearts of the most honest worshippers
As they still must struggle unanswered?

Is it now we are in the time
Where truth cannot be found?

Not in the desert
Not in the forest
Not in the grasslands
Not in the valleys
Or atop the mountains
Neither in the northern regions
Or the southern?

Could we stand in our famine now
Without a word of truth?

Where men claim “cover-up”
And others claim “conspiracy”
And other claim “aliens”
And others claim “governments”
And yet others claim they alone are right?

Is it now our great drought
As spoken of long ago?

Where no word can give drink
And no offering can banish thirst
And no belief can survive under the sun?

Here amongst the turmoil of earth
Do we also have such great news
And also another set of great news
And also another
And then again another
Where so many articles of “truth” exist
That none can be reconciled to one another
Creating confusion
Proving then untrue.

And they who appear to stand on solid ground
Hold claim to ideas that cannot withstand fact
And they who appear to stand on shaky ground
Adopt current facts to appear more stable.

And I believe I stand in a world
Of no more truth
For the more truth I hear claimed
The more lies I hear spoken
And the more righteousness I hear proclaimed
The more villainy I see unfold
And the more they who say “yes” do say Yes
The more actions they take to create “no”

Where then is a truth?

Just as a common Dog
Will never understand
The jet propulsion engine
No matter how smart a dog he is

Do we not now also stand in a time
Where men and women cannot know a truth
No matter how smart a human we are?

Because how is it we can listen to it all
Without having to claim violence
And once doing so
Still stand in peace?

As soon as the perception is given
And the mind embraces the idea
And the soul delivers it
None can escape the irony.

Oh and how this irony banishes any hope for truth!

Perhaps it is no longer time for men to speak
Or women to prose riddles
Or children to claim entitlement
Or any flesh to point the way
In any direction?

Perhaps it is time
For the Heavens to open
And the seals to be broken
And the bowls to be poured out
And the horses to ride into destiny?

Yet as a man indeed I too would have no right
To say such a thing
For who am I to say there is no truth
Simply because I am blind
Simply because I am deaf
Simply because I am he who has a feeble spirit?

Yet is there a man in his right mind who does not wonder?
As he who claims no wonder
But rather cock surety that he has the answer
Gives no logical answer of any kind.
Thus again it is my own words
Though I wish to write or speak the words of Another
Where truth must be resting
Greater than me
Greater than all

Even so, I find Peace in the stars of night
And the Love of a woman.

Ryan o0o