Folded thought of the day:

For today's thought, I'd like to share a few excerpts from a poem 
I encountered recently.  I'm not sure of the title.  


What can they do to gain attention?
Shall he dance, shall he spin in the air, shall he vote with his 
  feet, with his voice, with the shells of his burning ears?
Shall she tell the world to hear the world's crying?

He has been there, she has seen it, they have lived and died a 
  long time.
He has something to say about who did what.
She has something to say about the living.
Let history honor the murmurs of conscience that are heard above ground.
Let praise flow to those who unclenched a fist.
Who granted men and women the freedom of the sparrow.
Who taught us to think twice.
Who showed us that famine is not a fast.
That exile is the last step.
That the rights of the few must be written down by the many.

She sees the leaves fly free.
He sees the wild horse and the sparrow.
Free to labor, to consort with their kind, to choose or be chosen.
She sees them fed and feeding, mindful of the season.
He hears the continents shifting, she smells the air of change.
She tastes the wind-borne soot of rebirth.
He feels the human cry in his bones.

-- Marvin Bell


Here a couple reader responses to my "truth" posting.

"A great soul once said that if we lie, we eventually lose the 
privilege of knowing the truth."
-- T. Montandon 

"Sometimes, we have to resign ourselves to the fact that we may never 
know the truth, But, if we are true to ourselves and others, we can 
rest easy that we held to our virtues."
-- J. Sabean