Believe

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The principle is age-old

We do our best work

when we believe in what we do.

I had to believe I could write

or I would never have taken to

my computer and a blank screen.

Some people I believe in.

I trust them, I hold them high.

And others, not so much.

Some products I buy into,

and then again, I’ve had cheap.

There is a difference.

Quality rarely comes cheap.

That I believe.

Belief is a thing,

and all accomplishments begin

with a huge dose of belief.

Not just lip service.

Believe!

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Silencing the Voices

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The ogre speaks,

“You’re not good enough.

I know what you did back then.

You are flawed.

“And who do you think you are?

And what do you think you deserve?”

Oh my, the ogre speaks loudly.

And along comes reason.

Along comes good thinking,

And it says,

“Yes, I may have done that,

or thought that

or gone there.

“That was another time,

another era.

Shame … leave me alone.

You say ‘I am bad’.

I only did some things that were bad.”

“I am not my failures.

I am not my past.

People can change

And I choose to change.

“I am setting new sights,

new goals and dreams.

I’m telling myself …

‘I can do better,

I will do better,

I have a future

and my past is past.’”

“Speak no more, ogre.

Speak loud and clear

my redefined self.

Where can we go

and what good can we do?

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Searching for Truth

 © 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We’re searching for truth.

We grab at anything that ‘seems’ true,

but is it really?

Isn’t it more a case of

‘truth as I see it’?

I can believe anything that comes along,

and especially if it fits my favored narrative.

I went to social media and ‘news’ media for truth.

Turns out all I saw were slants.

Where is reliability?

Where is honest evaluation?

Truth has an agenda,

and it comes wrapped in

the ideology of the presenter.

Evangelists of truth are so blinded

by their own version of ‘truth’,

and they slam us for not buying

into their ‘truth’,

and for even holding an opinion

different from the one they hold.

Truth is somewhere, hiding,

waiting for an authentic voice

to be its mouthpiece.

Will we recognize it?

Will it sound different?

Will it come to be?

The bigger question is this …

Can we handle the TRUTH?

And the reasonable response is this …

God, I hope so. 

I really hope so.

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