A truth stays in the deep alley of the soul realm.
It confronts the vile gossip and rumors.
It is never about them.
When you face the external world, the challenge again rises;
It’s not about you.
The gossip takes form because of the ones spreading it;
It is about them.
Their piteous and hollow heart and soul,
With nowhere to land.
This is the world we are living in.
These are the people who live among us with faces they themselves don’t even recognize.
Lord, have mercy on them.
As they never dare to touch their own heart.
We bend our heads
With palms open upward;
We stay with humility and benevolence.
As He who creates us grants us love,
As we walk in his image,
His children shall resemble that love too, in a world of blindness,
To light up our own path.