The Truth

What’s different now?
About that old truth
That ancient word?

Let me tell you.

Now I know with
the deepest part of me.

Now I see with eyes
that had never seen.

Now I leap with legs
that should be lame.

Now I sing with voice
that used to mourn.

The truth I held so lightly
has become solid ground
under weary feet.

The truth I’d assumed
I’ve found afresh
in an unassuming field.

And I ran to sell it all.
Because this,
this precious truth is

The Way. The Truth. The Life.

What’s different now?
The truth I thought I knew
Is now the Truth, the One, I love.

Dear readers,
I've been working on a newsletter. More poetry, some prose, some book recommendations that I've been savoring recently and maybe more. I hope it will be encouraging, maybe even inspiring. I have been enjoying putting it together, piece by piece. I haven't decided how often I'll send one, but if that interests you and you haven't already, subscribe to receive the first one this month.
As always, thank you for reading.
Love, Rachel