Living in the half-light between fact and fiction.
Is real news fake? Or is fake news real?
Post-truths and alternative facts.
What has happened to truth?
Peering through a failing light, beyond the fleeting shadows of twisted words, a door.
A door that’s always been.
Unobvious and subtle.
Weathered but proven by time.
Steadfast and true.
A door that speaks.
Engraved with the words that lead us back to where our story started; and beckon us to life.
I am the way, and the truth, and the life.
Is there a truth unslippery, immovable, deep rooted?
I can twist and distort and haul and pull,
But it remains immutable, undisputed.
Can I build my life not on sinking sand?
But on rock that is sure,
Do you exist beyond those often turned pages?
Do you live on? or are you a story re-read.
Filtering down over the ages
Are you just an opinion?
One of many, an option from which we can pick and chose?
A well worn tradition.
Is there one reality that survives beyond the rest?
A correct path, the right way,
Standing stark and exposed,
No shade of grey.
When all the hype and smoke screens slip away,
When we pass from this world, and truth is revealed,
Will you be the myth that turned out to be true?
a God that was watching, aching for us.
You stand unmoved.
Will yours be the story that underlies all stories?
The unchanging, immutable.
Will you be the solid ground?
In amongst this world, this endless shifting sand.
Today not only in philosophy but in politics, government, and individual morality, our generation sees solutions in terms of synthesis and not absolutes. When this happens, truth, as people have always thought of truth, has died.
This poem was written in response to the current attitude of our world towards truth. As a follower of Jesus, these attitudes and behaviours seem to sit in stark contrast to the teachings of God, who says that he is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. It is a call to see Truth and be changed.
Is this the Way He taught us?
Your finger points,
With narrow eyes
Is this the Way She taught us?
Rampant with emotion,
To feed imagination.
Is this the Way They taught us?
Isolate your brother,
So I maintain comfort.
Is this the Way You taught us?
Spake truth in love,
Not lies in hate
That we might see.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
This piece of writing is a response to grappling with the apparent redefining of truth in recent times as ‘post’ as if it were a relationship to get over, or to get past. It is a reflection of that process of questioning ‘is truth simply the opposite of falsehood?’ Or ‘can we understand truth as meaning and purpose – and ultimately hope?’
When we seek truth, it is not really accuracy we are looking for.
It is not the rock of immovable facts we seek,
helpful though such foundations are.
When we look for truth, it is not that we expect to find a colossus of certainty.
It is not actuality we want, not really.
These things are symptoms of the truth,
Not truth itself.
When we stand at the doorway to truth, the threshold marks meaning.
We look for truth, not because we need the facts
But because our whole self is shaped for understanding,
Our entire being is engaged in a search for purpose.
To turn away from the possibility of truth,
to leave it behind and tell ourselves that those times have gone
sends us to a barren land,
meaningless, a place hope cannot grow.
Let us not define ourselves by the line drawn through truth in these times
By the scoring out and scratching away .
Let us instead turn our faces to the sun,
walk barefoot into the living water
and immerse ourselves in the great depths of the one who is Truth.
We search the world for truth; we cull the good, the pure, the beautiful from all old flower fields of the soul; and, weary seekers of the best, we come back laden from our quest to find that all the sages said is in the Book our mothers read.
John Greenleaf Whittier