Truth

The ancients had a vested interest in the future.
They passed on a variety of seeds 
For this garden we call Earth.

And our ancestors learned from the ancients - 
Their teachings.
Parents & grandparents 
Planted seeds in the community, 
With their children.

Seeds of righteousness!
Seeds of truth!
They mustered forth and took root
With the sun and rain.

Like glue, like sticky pearls,
They hold together our communities, 
Our families Today.
The truth has made its way to us!

Yes, there’s decay and falling away.
But Yes, there's fullness and new spouts!
Another truth is - 
There always has been 
This teeter-totter,
The rotted vs the living.

The truth -
It’s always there.
It’s like the laws of physics
Upon a drop of water.
It exists whether
You drink it or not.

May it rain,
May it downpour,
May we swallow it whole,
May it drench us down to the bones - 
So that the seeds in wait, 
Bear truth and righteousness,
For today and for the future
I am vested in.