In a dream you went to heaven and
stood
in a room of light and mist
Nothing else was in the room
but two tables of stone
Upon each table a thick book lay
ready to be opened
The Angel of Truth came in and stood
between the volumes both
‘What are these books you guard so close?
and why are they bound so thick?’
‘They are books of truth. In them
you will see events, none false!
‘All recorded exactly as
they happened, as they are!’
Your eyes, they glowed—to see the
truth!
To understand what’s REAL
To know what had happened in the world
untainted by man’s emotion
‘It is, however, given to you,
to read but one, but one’
Hesitation. Only one?
‘What is the difference between?’
‘One book has every word
of hate, of spite, of ill
‘spoken by men concerning you
hid from your eye and ear’
The blood, it flowed into your neck
Surely there’d been many
‘The other has every word of good
men spoke of you in secret
‘The both are true, by my right hand
inscribed. Now you may choose’
Your mind a swirling mess of thought
If
I open the first one at last
I
will know the liars who smile to my face
and
scorn behind my back
Oh,
the power! I would know
those
bastards for who they are!
Finally
the covers would be removed
And
what’s in the second book?
Only
the good? Why even bother?
Yes,
it would be lovely to know
the
nice things they say. But how naïve
to
want to see only the good
‘Think well upon it,’ said the angel
'Those quoted in each book
'may not be whom you expect
the words to have come from
'For know! the human mouth is weak
as is the human heart’
If
I open the first, I will likely find
my
dearest friends, my mates
And
know the words they spoke in shame
but spoke none the same
But
in this knowing my heart will turn
each
word a seed of angst
Planted
in hurt and volatile ground
I
will be turned against all I love
and
against all who love me
In
the second the voices will be the same
but
quoted in moments of courage
For
isn’t a kind word more difficult to speak?
Their
words will be food to my soul
To
know that even the antagonists
have
stood up in my favor
But…
your eye still
lingered on the first
will
that tome not serve me better?
The angel saw your thoughts and strife,
and spoke in gentle tone,
‘You want to know the absolute?'
Your eyes said, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’
‘The problem lies in what thing
you consider to be “true”.
'For in the mind-bound earthly life
of inconsistency,
'of fractured thoughts and paradox,
there is no WHOLE truth'
‘All is split in two, as you
see these volumes twain
'The good is true, the evil is true
to either you can subscribe'
‘The REAL truth is not forcibly
that which happened so or not
'TRUE are those things which draw your
heart
to the Father of it all'
‘For to know the ill, it may be real,
but, how does it serve you?
'It will cause only a further ill,
and further evil still
‘But to know the good, if only half
your heart will fill with strength
'to change even the other half
into good for your own sake
‘In either book is power,
the power of knowledge unknown
'But one of them will dry your soul,
the other make it grow
‘Now choose.’
I didn’t see which book you cracked,
the choice was terribly hard
But I hope you missed the things I
said
against you on the side
Though it is true, I said them all
still somehow it is not
I spoke them in a moment of
falsehood to me and you
The truth is that no matter what
deep inside, I love you
