The Trial of Truth

As the pieces of the puzzle slowly gather
into one, the paradigms shift and scatter
as petals borne upon the wildest storm.
The strength within withstands the onslaught,
‘though buffeted harshly from without.
It almost bowed beneath the weight of
darkness, as a tree whose roots are weak
will topple at the first strong gale of fall.
But poison cannot reach the heart of
strength which stands in Truth,
as mighty oaks survive the trials of all
the storms of Hell, ’till Time becomes the
judge of when the passing must ensue …