Quilting the Truth

We do, in the spring
of our lives, get stranded
in the weedy strangling
struggles for knowledge.

We begin to seek places,
temples, altars or
concealed tombs to erect
over our thirsty souls.

We even fall in the grace
of loquacious, yet deceiving
so-called representatives 
of the Word.

Yet, all this admirable
quest we try and achieve
to grow towards insights
falls like unstable towers 
of playing cards as we 
suddenly discover that 

Truth is really not human
pain is 
and that the way to heaven 
is simply the road 
we chose to travel on.