a gift

and in a moment of silence

it becomes clear

that the truth comes as a gift

but the wrapping is different

each time

sometimes

it comes wrapped in pain, sorrow, anger

sometimes

it descends in fire

burning my tongue

and my whole being

shaking my foundations

down to the core

sometimes

it hovers around me

like a fly buzzing

next to my ear

then up on the wall

then bouncing against the window

wanting to be free

from the walls

i’ve put around it

suffocating it

restricting its movement

truth is always moving

place to place

person to person

and keeping it from going

where it’s supposed to go

keeps it from doing

what it’s supposed to do

heal, illumine

direct, protect

make holy

make whole

sometimes

Truth arrives on the wings of grace

in words beyond eloquence

in a living Word

full of grace and truth

a Word that moves

place to place

person to person

and yet is in all places

among all persons

a Word that moves

in the receiving and giving and living

that brings healing

in the hearing and telling

that brings grace and truth...

and life.