When we put on a pretense of concern

Often it can be seen through the burn

Which surrounds the false sensitivity

We show ourselves outwardly to be



Real truth lies in what we do, not say

For true love is formed in special ways

Coming from a very deep quiet place

Which always shows upon our face



And those to whom it is thus directed

Can never (in our eyes) be suspected

Of anything less than the solid concrete

That surety has formed in us, so complete



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

11:50am Monday 1/12/98