What if strength isn’t real strength

What if might isn’t true might?

What if all the things we reach for

Are just vapour in our eyes?

What if success on the grand stage

is failure in our core?

What if wealth that you can touch

is poverty in our heart?

What if the small things are momentous 

and the loud things truly less?

What if all the noise surrounding us

is nothing but just that?

What if truth comes in a whisper 

and half truth in a shout,

and certainty is folly

designed to drown our questions out.

What if questions are not for answers

but living in a quest

a journey to the centre

of unnamed knowings in our depths?

What if God is what is real 

and all else is the lie

And walking on the edge of wonder 

is where strength and wholeness lies?

What if strength isn’t real strength

What if might isn’t true might?

What if all the things we reach for

Are just vapour in our eyes?