There was a peace, a solice in sorrow. If I would only resign myself to the sadness
just accept it as one of those things 'I cannot change'...but the voice of truth has an authority that is hard to ignore.That is, it's hard to ignore IF my choice is to remain honest with myself-
(easy to ignore when/if I lie...but lying to myself is something that's getting harder and harder to do,with the less of it I indulge in.
That Voice of Truth tells me that there is a true comfort;a true comforter,in honest sorrow.
There's also a fake one, a poser, an imposter.
Again...it comes to my power of choice.