The Truth

God knows the
Odious song of the hurt;
Derisive contempt for the
Love he provides.
Our lives intertwined,
Vast oceans he made us,
Expanding towards home,
Soothing you and I.
Yammering masses
Object to true grace,
Untouched (so they think) by
…the truth.

~I'm not much of a poet, but it's fun for me sometimes. :p

Oh, don't say that. For not being "much of a poet," you sure can deliver. I love your call to truth. Great work Cynthia!

"The truth",
Odious song of the hurt;
Derisive contempt for the
Love he provides.
Sometimes it seems that way, it has in the past to me for sure.
But also at times a gentle nudge along with a word of encouragement can help to break free of strongholds.
I've been surprised many times by the depths of faith by those I've encountered who seemed least likely. Sometimes "you can't believe you heard what you heard emanate from what we think we see with our eyes....a double fudge peek-a-boo birthday surprise, a zit on the tip of your nose that crosses your eyes...."
Your form of expression is insightful, powerful, succinct and effective in conveying complex thoughts in a very few thoughtful well chosen words.
I have read this many times.
thanks for sharing,
God Bless,

:)