Scribes

Scribes

Not many could read and even less could write
Words spoken in the day and repeated at night.
Stories about history and scrolls of light
Who decided what was wrong and what was right?

Is one word truth or does it need a line
Can a word stand alone and not be defined?
Who provides meaning and is it just for their time
Truth in the speaker and those who listen is found in their mind.

Then came books and still not many could read
Too interested in survival and those they had to feed.
They who had the many and each one as a seed
In three hundred years it would be the children who would go on to lead.

Can the truth be heard from the voice of another
Certainly from a mother but not always from the other?
Does truth have more than one side?
Are tears happiness or sorrow; when shed by the bride?

Time does not repeat only earthly events
All God's gifts have limitations when they are sent.
Life is what each of us wishes it to be
Some we spend and the rest we put in our memory.

~Chuck Hurley~

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