Shall there be a single moment,
Throughout the course of your short life,
Where you can glimpse, however briefly,
The measure of small wondrous truths?
And, having seen such gleamings,
Could you say, with blatant disregard
For any final cosmic consequence,
That through your remaining human life
You might ignore that which should have
Changed your earthly life forever?
These questions are so simply forged
For such truths are ever present
And pervade the world around us;
…We but choose to be blind by choice.
And the answers are as simple…
And no matter how you may try…
You will not then deny the seeing
Or the knowing in your final moment
….Of accounting before that judgment seat.
I know one such truth is love; and,
You will not succeed if you try to claim
That you have never known true-love…
Intending for your part an answer
That speaks to what you have been given.
For your statement proves that you have seen it
In the form perhaps of the new-borne babe…
Or wrapped arms of lovers not far from you…
Or the beauty of some pastoral scene.
And having seen it, you then do know it...
And knowing it you then hear its call.
By such a way as this the seed is planted
And it is up to you to let it grow
Until it does what its measure calls for
That you might give and live and
Know and show true-love...
.....And ask nothing in return.