Christian Poetry

A Pinpoint of Truth

Sometimes the truth burns like fire.
Sometimes it cuts like a piece of wire.
Sometimes it heals
brings peels
of laughter.
Sometimes it is seen, valued and grown.
Sometimes it makes the knower alone
like a light
devouring the dark
or a tumultuous sky
real for a moment then gone from the eye
and lost like a memory
whose pathways die.

Even when statued as a photo of likeness
it is only a seed
a twinkling of something
that many may read
misreading the knower
who can only share
a likeness of the truth that was there
a pinpoint of truth.