Compass
We desire things full of speedRoaring in their might-
Yet the truth crawls on its hands and knees
Content to leave the fight.
Smaller and sophisticated
Gadgets please the eye-
Yet the truth is uneducated
And larger than the sky.
We desire fancy works of art
That sparkle in the light-
Yet truth is found within the heart
Throughout the darkest night.
To find these things most loathe to lose-
Trinkets of wealth and fame-
First set your compass on the Truth
Then turn the other way.
amazing....
--your wife
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