The Truth

TRUTH During the scalding summer, how much we yearn for a chilling morning drizzle? ! When in the bone biting winter lurch don't we pray for a sunny sizzle? Which season can man bear; I marvel without a demur, to its full run? ! Yet swaggers he with synthetic preen that he conquered the nature's riddle! Come storm, Tsunami or some crisis man at last comes to his consciousness amidst falling contraptions of his false conceptions and failed finesse! Whence sprouts from the ruins of reason, rationale and dialectics; the Truth the vital Truth; that's beyond his breadth to see, feel, deal, conceive and reckon! ! On that day when he is at his wits end ...no way to fight, no where to run and hide... he can only seek the help of the Hand unseen and kneel with faith before those Feet divine!