Tell the Truth

 Tell the truth and they’ll treat you like a prophet. They’ll gather together, assembling with their finest stones for the throwing. Speak it anyway.  The truth, it’ll cost you money sometimes. It’ll take some friend like the undertow and wash them out into the abyss. Speak it any way. In a time of itching ears and diuretic doctrines, keep your hands and feet free of that shit. Tell the truth, even if it costs you the wrong church.  Tell the truth when you see the man throw a rock and hide his hand, even when it hits your enemy. Right is right even when it’s unfashionable.  Tell the truth, even when they try to destroy you, even if you are standing alone because its one thing they can’t bleed out of you.  Speak up, tell the truth, because you can’t fix the broken things by pretending they’re not there or imagining that the world is perfect.  Tell the truth to the young girls that are dabbling with the powers of attraction that they know nothing of. Tell the truth to the young boys about what being a real man entails. Tell the truth to those who want to scapegoat an entire people as the source of all that is wrong and flawed, after all even some Nazi’s tried to stop Hitler and died for the right cause. Speak the truth to the politicians who get surrounded by sycophants.   The truth will cut you, and cost you, and strengthen you. Hold to it even when you stand alone, because like a fire it burns away the dross and eventually others will find you. Others will back you against the lies. It may be one solitary friend, it may be some married couple 1865 miles away, but they’ll find you. When the world loses its collective minds trying to keep up with the sliding morals, fashionable outrage, or the impossible standards masquerading as acceptance... you can sleep at night.