Song for Truth

I look to you, O first writer of history and tomorrows.

In all your glorious mystery and transparency.

Watching your movements, woven like a tapestry of chokhmah.

Like twirling stitches in the cloth of your plan.

I gaze at you, the only steady One in this earthquake world.

Give me truth, Lord.

Give me truth, for I’ve had more than enough dishonesty.

I’ve had too many lies from those who declare their own righteousness on the streets.

And too many half-truths from the hypocrites.