Tender Truth, where are you coming from? You exist in the quiet corners only. The outer, louder, presence is fully center stage and takes up room and makes a fuss. But you, tender Truth, you are soft like the breeze on a warm day. You are still like the love that fills my heart in the midst of a vast meadow filled with caressing grasses.
You are the one I look to and you are the one I need never seek, for You are nearer than the dearest part of me. You are the Light within every day that appears through the mist that is time and space. You are hidden but not lost. You are mine and You are me. I am what you are expressing and I must acknowledge You are present. You are so quiet, so nearly not there that, I too often, find it hard to find You, not finding myself too clearly in this world of deafening noises. It is You who bring Peace and Healing. It is I who lets you be known here.
I need only to remember this, to let You shine and dispel the errors. Your ways are miraculous.