Ecclesia de Veritate

Do we worship a concept

we cannot define

Do we dig for a treasure

that we’ll never find

Is the belief that it’s there,

enough to forge on

In perpetual failure,

no words to our song

Do we feel we’re the closest

when the bottom falls out

To be left further back,

and then bandied about

Does it even exist,

is it worth all the pain

The searching and fighting,

and what’s there to gain

Enduring the hardship

its pilgrimage holds

Because life without truth,

all body—no soul

To die unenlightened

and scarred from the search

Still a legacy worthy

—in veracity’s church

(Augustinian Cemetery: September, 2020)