Truth is without equal.
Truth is the sun rising and setting. It is the wind in the trees. The smell of summer in the air.
Truth is Heaven and goodness and love.
Truth is the sand between my toes, and where ocean and sky meet.
Truth is God.
Truth is His creation.
Truth is His grace.
Truth is as much as I want to control my life, I can’t, shouldn’t, won’t.
Truth is the Master of Creation loves me, creates me, forms me.
Truth is His light.
Truth is His love.
My truth is His truth, entwining, melding with the sand and the dirt and the trees and the sky of this world.
But truth is alive. Being. Living. Loving. Caring. Joining in this endless hymn, this unceasing love story of Master, Maker and me.