Miserable comforters are ye all,
Ye who bray and shout;
My ways are true, I did not fall
At length, truth will out.
Though thorns and nails and fantastical tales
Give thee brief redoubt,
Rest assured for all your travails
At length, truth will out.
The patience of Job is thine, dear compeer
Sink never to doubt;
No matter how bleak thy nadir
At length, truth will out.
Gregory Hake 
Your provision of re-assurance, over time, has brought me to a place of assurance.
Thank-you.
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People stray from the truth because they think it will give them an advantage. All they ever do is debase themselves. When someone is willing to leave the truth to gain an advantage, they are forever distrustful of others because of the fear the same will be done to them.
Yet the person that lives in the truth has no such worry. They know, as you wrote in your poem, that the truth will come to light, eventually. Like water, it dissolves the things that block it over time.
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Yes!! Love it.
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Thank you Gregg. Think your next book should be a collection of your poems.
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No matter how old the story, how numerous the supporters or how entrenched the belief, there is an individual reckoning with the truth. Discovering what the truth is requires that we devote all our resources of thought, heart and action. We become the tuning fork we were designed and we’ll resonate with the eternal truth that always wills out. It is not kept from us we have kept ourselves from it. A courageous poem Gregg, thank you.
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Well said – there is an “individual reckoning with the truth”, and we do become a “tuning fork” that resonates…simply look at what’s round about – that will tell you what you’re resonating – the truth will out.
Great poem Gregg!
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