The Truth We Cannot Know
The truth we seek
In our struggle to
Know Why our being:
Why a baby cries at birth,
Why a parent grieves at
The loss of a child,
Why tears flow when
Taps is played over our
Lost patriots during
A battle we cannot
Always so easily define,
Why there is a haunting
Of part of us called Soul,
Why we love,
Why we hate,
Why we regret,
Why there is joy,
Why there is despair…
We must wait for the
Answers of Why…
Until the darkness in
This life becomes Pure
Light in another dimension,
Promised by an immeasurable
And intangible Faith, at
Times fragile and weak,
At all times the only compass
For our mortal journey.
Billy Ray Chitwood – August 22, 2016
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I write books of fiction and non-fiction, defined by a lucid style and entertainment quality – that of course is my intent. You’re invited to preview my books at http://goo.gl/nWMXm3
My newest release is a romance novel that cuts across some different genres…its title: CLOUD DANCER. Preview this one at goo.gl/FfxbA6 – it is in paperback and Kindle formats.
It’s my hope you will read one or more of my books – and, perhaps, leave an Amazon and/or Goodreads review… the author’s life blood.
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I enjoy your poetry, Bill. Always.
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Thanks, Dr, Tim. You always make my day. Hope all goes well with the Tays family. All the best.
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