when mortals err,
take note their cause.
God judges souls,
not your applause.
for truth is not
hand carved in stone,
but in our hearts.
our thoughts atone
our feeble forms.
true heroes fail
as oft as not.
yet, stands the veil
through which we stare,
hand-woven lies
upon our tongues.
flesh, the failed disguise.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)