"Tidy Lies"

Back and Forth we Travel.

When I'm "In" you're "Out."

We're trying to Unravel

A Mystery, No Doubt.

When truthful Spirits gather,

They lie from me to you...

Revealing all that Matters;

They're leading to the Rue.

The "Rue" in all is Sorrow;

The ever-rising Well

Of bitterness we Borrowed;

Agreed to serve in Hell.

When we attempt to Cover:

The Truth with Any lie

That's harmful to Another,

We find that Bye and Bye...

The truth commences Squirming,

And burning in the Pit

Of memories we're Spurning :

Recalling us : To Wit :

"You know you told a Story,"

The little squirmer sighs;

"Twill undermine your Glory,

Until you let it Rise."

"Confess your sins before men"....or women, as the Case May Be.

When you're basically an honest person, a lie just won't rest in your belly. It will keep upsetting your balance, interfering in your life, giving you heartburn...until you confess. It was only a small lie, but it burned in my belly for 10 years before I told my mother, "Mom, that time I was accused of smoking a cigarette with Barney in the church basement? I did that." She said, "I already knew that." I said, "I know that, but it's been burning my stomach up ever since I told it, and knowing that you knew didn't help a bit. I had to say it to your face." That's how long a lie can affect your life, even when you're not called out on it. Best to just confess and get it over with.