To Know the Truth

by Rebecca Weber

If truth be cold, as thought, I’d much prefer
To have it settle calm upon my heart
Than have it driven deep by stinging blast;
I’ll take the same degree, with smaller stir.

But if calm cold has left me unaware
And freezing gradually for lack of clothes
Then I would not be spared the sudden gales—
It’s better so than that my soul stay bare.

Rebecca Weber is indefinable—but her delights include the color yellow, bandages and books, people and paradoxes, words and the One called Wonderful.