As True As

This cold-pressed sorrow
is the fullness of life
that You promised me.

I’m rich.
It’s as true as a cow.
I can’t explain how.

My frayed, empty pockets
are joy-full of the ringing
echoes of Your laughter.

I’m poor.
It’s as true as a tree.
Far truer than me.

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