Dear Truth,
I seek you more than mystery
And sometimes more than grace
For you stand above the cosmos
And refuse to be erased.
I personify your presence
As the presence of pure light
For you radiate your glory
For the ones in endless night.
I seek you in the pages
Of great wisdom, of great minds
And I seek you in the presence
Of the poorest, old, and blind.
Lend credence to those others
Such as mystery and love,
For in you, where'er you prosper,
The wise will have enough.
postscript
Day 17. I thought one of the best ways to catch up was to write a series. Here's the last of a five-part series of epistles to Love, Life, Mystery, Grace, and Truth.