Echoes of Integrity #897

Echoes of Integrity In shadowed halls where leaders dwell, Frail fears their hearts encase; Truth twists, a river misaligned, Its course a strange, forlorn embrace. They stitch the fabric of the real With threads of falsehoods spun, Believing myths will shield them well From the righteous, setting sun. Recall the man, his fate foretold, In ancient script's unyielding hold: False witnesses at twilight call, Their shadows dance upon the wall. “Destroy this temple,” so they lied, His innocence the sands defied. Yet through the noise of clamoring spite, His truth shone ever, piercing bright. Isaiah's scrolls, stern and stark, Lament the heartless rites, Where worship's form is but a mark, And hearts roam far from sacred sites. Leaders true, bear the trust, Their paths clear, swept of dust. No mirrors warped, no labyrinths laid, Only bridges, strongly made. For through the streams of truth so pure, Society's gardens shall endure. Where honesty's roots deepen, spread, Under justice's gentle tread. Let us walk this path of light, By lessons old, by future bright. Guided by the past’s deep lore, In truth’s embrace forevermore. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 14, 2024)