SOURCES

         by Emily M. Parris

I think the truth is spoken
From a million sources told
A word is here - a sentence there
Will of truth a fabric mold

The spirit tries a lot of ways
To make the meaning clear
It flows through me and then through you
To bring the meaning here

It filters here in pieces
That we reassemble here
To find the truth; the sense of it
And make the meaning clear

But no one source can tell it all
We only add our part
A puzzle piece of meaning that
We find within our heart







Copyright 4/26/82 by Emily Parris