Truth has no special time of its own. Its hour is now – always. – Albert Schweitzer- -- AKSHR

 

 Truth has no special time of its own. 

 Its hour is now – always. 

 – Albert Schweitzer

The whispered truth, a fleeting sigh,

A whispered truth that dances nigh.

No gilded hour, no sacred space,

Its presence found in time and grace.

 

The dawn's first blush, the fading light,

Hold truth's embrace, both day and night.

In silent stars, or bustling street,

Truth's potent voice, forever meet.

 

The ancient scroll, the modern page,

Reveal the truth in every stage.

From whispered word to thunderous roar,

Truth's constant echo evermore.

 

No clock can mark its special time,

Its timeless presence, a sacred rhyme.

For truth, a flame that brightly burns,

In every moment, truly learns.

 

So heed the now, the ever-then,

Where truth resides, 'midst mortal men.

Its hour is now, its hour is all,

Truth's radiant light, stands tall and tall.

AKSHR