When all the world feels lost,
When all the feelings are cold,
There is but one thing to trust
It is that which binds and holds.
To name such a thing is truth,
Holding onto the truth is a lie;
It glides into the world unknown
Maintaining an essence, a cry.
Surrounded by the faith of all
That the world is yet to come
Hides us from this present truth.
Beyond us all a silence, numb.
In all our connecting hearts
Sounds this pulse of truth:
Hidden from us in our words.
Without any shred of proof.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. RISKING IT ALL. Page Number 65.