the whole of it
is too much to bear
the weight of it
crushing the trachea
the stone of it
too large to swallow
the jagged pieces
sharp and undigestible
so the story is ground
into fine powder
the dust of it sprinkled
over every meal
until the knowledge of
its truth takes root
within our being
ready to be measured
wisdom against deception
but instead of answers
a garden grows
a sanctuary of beauty
and color
a place of warmth
and life
a table of joy
and honey
the promise of hope
and a future
