Have you ever known a thing that only you knew,
A truth that lived within your bosom
And nowhere else?
It was a personal truth,
A thing which you needed to know,
A promise which kept you moving forward
Toward an unseen holy goal.
Did you know that such truths can die of neglect,
Especially when it's known to only you?
For it is more like a seedling than a cinder block.
It must be watered and fed by your belief,
By your continued repetition
And by right action.
And if you nourish the seed,
One day it will bloom for all to see.
It will manifest itself, not only in your heart,
But in miraculous deliverance unto the impossible.