I wrote this a long time ago, but my sense of this poem is that it is about how readily available truth is, and how we abuse it until it just evaporates and is recycled into other venues which we may unknowingly consume. I don't like to leave too much ambiguity, hence a few Psalms to show that God can lead and show us the way to truth that will ultimately not be elusive. Let's unite with God's truth. I appreciate your wrestling with it.
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...kind of like love, truth, hope and a great many other things worth having/receiving/ enjoying that too often get abused... good word to wrestle with. Thanks for offering it up!