It took a long time
But eventually
He reached a place where he fell
And couldn’t rise again.
His convictions
That had secured him
In the knowledge he was right
Gave way to ambiguity.
His passion
Which had inflamed him
And lit his way through the night
Guttered in the torch.
His will
Which had driven him
Escaped in huffing clouds
From his slack mouth.
It was grace, after all
That lifted him
And warmed his weary soul
Through the unforgiving night.
If truth is in a book
It is in the moment you look up
From the page, and stare
At the wall, lost
In the space between two lines.
And if truth is in a film
It is in the time you sit
While the credits roll
And what you’ve just witnessed
Keeps you company
And if truth is in music
It is in the moment
When your mind becomes sound
And when your soul vibrates
To the noises you hear.
And if truth is in a life,
It is in the quality of your absence
The spaces you leave behind
When you’re gone.
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