The Truth Unaided

The Truth Unaided9/28/2019I met a man who spoke the truth.He did not apologize.He did not explain.And he did not call Upon anotherTo support his claims.It was not until that dayThat I heard the truthYou'll say I knew And I suppose you're rightBut how is a manTo see the needle For the haystack?I fear that now I am spoiled to the chaff.His words reached back Like a magnetTo find truth thereThe long while shiningAnd now I see it everywhere.It's with me in the grocery store And at the officeIt walks beside meWhere the path Leads beside the riverAnd it haunts me Where before I slumbered,Blissfully oblivious to allBut that which served My keenest fancies.I stumble through now​As best I canAnd pretendThat I still care for caviar And that it matters Whether I get the promotion.But my resolve weakensAnd I fear that soonI will not be able To keep up appearancesFor though lost To that which served me,I am found by the very thingWhich eluded me so long.Or was it I that eluded it?God only knows.It's lonely.That, I did not expect.At least so far it is.But I can senseA host of others waiting,Longing also,For the family promised To those whose livesAre sacrificedUpon the alter of Truth.I am young to the alterStill I burn there slowly.And there you have it.It turns out That the poets' pledge is verifiedBy another to join their ranks - One more foolWhose life is wasted (if you must)Upon the premise That unseen things are paramount,That they are real Though hidden behind unnumbered facadesNot the least of which Being cowardly peopleWho fear to speak the truth unaided.Thank God for the manWho dared to say that thing Which I always knewBut could not see For the multitude of words.