Stranger Than Fiction
It’s been said; truth is stranger than fiction;
who dares to define what truth is;
truth once led to the Master’s crucifixion;
for proclaiming all truth as his.
Truth seems strange; since few know it;
fiction is whatever we conceive;
knowledge; wisdom; when God bestows it;
and faith; the power to believe.
Truth is the complex puzzle called reality;
the embodiment of all joy and fear;
life’s energy; born of an eternal duality;
love’s energy draws God near.
Most live their lives; unaware of the splendor;
only lusting for personal elegance;
others question everything; even their gender;
only a few comprehend the Irrelevance.
Fiction is the denial of an absolute truth;
spending lifetimes; seeking answers;
creation’s residue; demanding to see proof;
the wisest, among us, dying of cancers.
We live this life; as though it’s our last;
denying what’s noble and true;
before we know it; this life has passed;
and death brings it’s dissonant view.
No physical life was meant long to be;
death is the essence of friction;
only love’s truth will set us all free;
life is stranger than fiction.
Monty 11.24.25. # 3,076