Dust of Untruth

Aum Sairam

Woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling, fell down before him, and told him the whole truth.

There are times when there is no other option than the truth, even though untruth seems to be the safer choice. Even though the truth leaves you open and vulnerable. Even though you don't know what reactions the truth will cause. That's how it was for the woman. She had touched God's garments, believing that the mere act of laying her hand upon his clothes would bring her the healing she so desired. She thought he would never notice since the crowd was so large. But he did notice. When God asked who had touched him, she knew there could be no skirting of the truth.

So often, that's how it is. We think we are so clever in hiding our motives, our impulses, our thoughts, our actions. We feel certain that we've covered our tracks so well that no one will ever notice what has been thought, or said, or done, and then, when we least expect it, it becomes clear that everything has been as transparent as a freshly cleaned pane of glass. And we know we need to accept responsibility. While we may feel as if we are a rat caught in a trap, we will find ourselves telling the truth simply because we are weary of the dusty, smoky mirror smothering the hope in our soul, and we long to be that freshly cleaned pane of glass.

Oh God, keep the dust of untruth from collecting around my soul so that the light of your love will always shine through me.

Allah Malik