Truth lie before me, plain and simple. It stared me in the face. Although I wanted to be distracted by other things like bright gay colors, fragrance or graceful delicacy, they were not there. What I saw was the truth: stark, clear, black and white, unarguably definite.

The truth did not apologize or cajole, break things to me gently or disguise its message with manners. The truth did not try to soften its impact like a glove might lessen the sting of a slap. The truth stayed and stared right at me.

Challenged, I held its gaze. I was defiant at first but determined not to falter. The longer I examined the truth and the contrast between it and Fancy, the deeper I fell in love with truth. I saw great power and respect. I saw beauty and strength. I saw and felt the power of endurance and timelessness. I felt better and more honorable a person, as if the rays of truth had penetrated my soul.

The truth is one of those classics that is always around. Occasionally Truth may fall out of favor, or perhaps not appear suited for the season, but it will always stay right there, obstinately refusing to budge. It is our choice whether to look at it full on or not, but if we do, we will become one of the classics, in good company.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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