Verity

Alas, dear sun, your light is lost,

In the fog of wintry revelation,

O lowly earthen lamp you are,

The one true hope of salvation.

Alas I was distracted by,

The glory of your glare and glow,

And I ignored my faithful lamp,

Which burns but softly, steady and slow.

Perhaps my hatred was but a dream,

And my love eclipsed by pride,

For the chilly winds of the truth have blown,

My misconceptions aside.