I know we talked, I remember our conversation.
I was certain of our focus, our cerebral participation.
The truths we discussed didn’t vanish when the silence began.
But rather they need to be with us, always at hand.
So, day by day, it’s our job to manage our mental inventory.
Our own internal check and balance for each spoken story.
The words we speak, the actions we take, are the story we tell.
When we’re not in control of the mind we have, others remember well.
While the effect we have, the people we touch, doesn’t resonate,
Completely with us until often times its much too late.
“The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.”
The quote is great, I used it, but Winston Churchill, it’s his.
Some truth, only God and we could ever know, it’s on me and you.
To make sure that our thoughts and our actions are true.
As we take our daily count of the truths we think, and the ones we say.
It’s so important to be accountable and not let even one get away.
Churchill also said, “A lie gets half way around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.”
Which is why I’m writing this, once the words are spoken, they’re gone.
We get one chance to speak the truth whether others hear it or not.
And if they do hear then our story’s been told, now subject to their thought.
Who knew that the words could travel so fast, and find so many ears?
A story coming to me from you, told by someone I’ve known for years.
The story repeated to me is not the truth, but the thought leading to the words,
Passed through your filters and were spoken aloud, totally absurd.
You know the truth, I know the truth, yet others feel your impact.
To them the words are the truth, but the lies, you can’t take back.
Like the weeds we manage in the garden, they come from a seed.
Lies too, start small as a seed of truth, a missed chance to be freed.
Apologies for the story you spread are in order, there’s no doubt.
A chance for the you that you want, to tell all what you’re about.
Until our thoughts and actions add up equally to the truth we know,
Then troubles will haunt us and follow us everywhere we go.
Clean the slate, come clean, set ourselves free, each and every day.
Then bend a knee, bow our heads, square up with God; Pray.
The freedom of the truth, all the time, every time, it’s a treat.
Get it right just one time, and then do all we can do to repeat.
I should know as I have been down this road a time or two, maybe more.
The freedom of the truth is so much better, of this, you can be sure.