Solace, it can only be offered

By the one who has suffered

Not afflictions of the mind or body

But years spent as somebody

On the other side of the moat

Where there is little done to promote

The truth, which has only one version

Not widely known, there’s a silent aversion

To truly listen from a place of quiet

The mind won’t accept such a diet

It’s fed from all corners

A meal rich in artificial honors

Solace is a great gift

Of the heart without thrift

And is gifted through eyes

Holding the power to canonize