The truth lies in-between,
A frozen leaf that clings, ice-rimed
Bejeweled, its amber hidden deep inside.
Beneath the silvered sky
Attached to heaven’s bough by frailest
Web, wind-whispered promises don’t lie.
The truth is then and now
And when and how and ever tries
To tell eternal thanks, well-prayed, well-signed.
Giving thanks for faith and truth