Truth

Truth rides in on shining steed,
as it fulfills our every need,
sparkling up its shining trail,
and showing us its windswept tale.

Wind-up toys dissolve in dust,
or sometimes just sit there and rust;
mechanics just play back, repeat,
but know when they cannot compete.

Truth sweeps in with full array,
through clouds and darkness to its day,
where brightness rules and reigns at last
in colorful abundance from the past.

Ruling wisely, ruling well,
rings the freedom of truth's bell,
singing loudly, singing clear,
playing far and praying near.

Time and truth ride high and far,
reaching out to touch each star.
With cleansing swoop and glistening sail,
they clearly,with no doubt, prevail.

Margery Layton
6-97

Crystal Palace

There is a golden place
where love and honor dwell.
Abundancy of room and space
is home for freedom's bell.

All who enter here must know
the ways of truth and light,
softly stepping, gently moving,
clothed in crystal bright.

Margery Layton
8-97

Frozen Fantasy

A castle made of ice
towers on a hill.
Its slippery, glassy, frozen path
untraveled, always still.

Solidly it freezes all
who try to come inside,
powering above them all
with icicles of pride.

It shuts out all the caring rays,
frost bites them, stings them, too.
Warmth of wisdom's left behind,
along with all that's true.

A cozy cottage sits below,
snow-covered and serene.
Its warmth invites its guests to thaw
and know that she's their queen.

Margery Layton
11-97