No Talent For Certainty

there is no truth that can’t be told
save why i did the things i’ve done
there is no lie so brash so bold
except perhaps this single one

to flaunt its secrecy entire
to dare me now to flush it out
there is no truth that so recludes
as knowing what i’m all about

psychology may have its say
the armchair critics may as well
but why my life is such a mess
seems past the reach of show or tell

but maybe there’s a royal hall
where One sits looking listening
Who kens the secret of my soul
Whose watching eyes
are glistening

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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