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Diogenes

The light of truth
Shines in your eyes
You look for something
You may never realize

The search goes on
For an honest one
The light within
Shines like the sun

With lamp held high
You search the streets
Looking wistfully
At all you meet

But all is deception
All is false
All is emptiness
Doors, windows, halls

And then, like a dove
You see the light
Like a sunrise breaking
After a desperate night

The truth is clear
The way laid before
What must be done
And whom it is for

The shining glorious light
Ends the long, dark night
And there is no need to fight
What you know to be right
It's there in your sight
Reaching all depths and heights
Your shining armored knight
Whose glory is radiant and bright
All dressed in white

The end of the plight
The end of the blight
The beginning of delight

Comments

Melodie7 said…
Fantastic. Beautiful. Amazing. :)
Bill Cobabe said…
I'm glad you liked it, M7... :-)

Diogenes, as I'm sure you'll remember, was the Greek philosopher who walked the streets looking for an honest man. He carried his lantern lit - even in the daytime - to assist in his search.

Actually, his search was for a human - any human. He was cynical and felt that men were not really much better than animals, given to appetites and passions. Modern people don't like the fact that he couldn't even find a "human" so they added the honest part. But I think it's telling that he couldn't find anyone worthy to be called a "human" at all... The word "cynic" comes from the Greek word for dog, reflecting Diogenes' idea that men are basically worse than dogs, untrustworthy, false, and greedy.

Not all men are like that. Just most. :-)
Melodie said…
Thank goodness I'm not jaded. I still know there are good men out there... but try telling that to all my single friends. LOL :)
Bill Cobabe said…
LOL!

Well, the story is that Diogenes never did find an honest man. Or a human... He's usually depicted in the company of a dog because that's the best he could find.

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