Monday, January 21, 2019

The evidentiary truth

The evidentiary truth                                                                             

In the forest is a house made of forest –
stone, wood, clay.  Nothing in it is false.

Thickly overgrown, scarcely can it be seen.
Things are just as they are –

appropriate, timeless, undiminished.
Only the furnishings change their positions.

People visit but most often
walk through to the back

and out again into the weather,
the wilds – unimpressed.

They have come to the woods
for their dreams; to put down elaborate roots. 

They want nothing to do
with the evidentiary truth of this house.

Only a returning few ever discover
the hidden beauty of such an austerity.

O child of God, rest in that sturdy shelter, 
beyond any notions of rescue.

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