on Friday, June 18, 2010

Where is truth?
Does it hide shyly in lines of verse,
Or pose as laughter in fitful peeking?
Can it be found in us at all;
Uncertain emblems of decency we?
Is it wound tenderly in embroidered braids,
Seen by all but not understood?
Elusive beauty, veiled in the willow fronds of lies,
Still and deep, untested how will your depth be known?
If we seek you, will we find you,
Or just the shadow of your presence in the back of minds?
Mother of hope and daughter of love,
Leave traces for the seekers in secret places.
Linger on the lips of the ones who love your grace.

Julia Zed 2010