White Lies


Why are white lies acceptable?
Are there shades of grey in truth?
If I tell you something today
that is not true,
will you trust me tomorrow?

It is better to be silent
than to be a liar.
If your children see you tell
“a little white lie,”
you teach them to be liars, too.

White lies are not white;
they are not the truth;
they are costly barriers.
Truth opens doors
to a new way of being.
Can you go an entire month
and tell only the truth?

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5 Responses to White Lies

  1. Alix Moore says:

    Wow, Pat. I was with you all the way, and then, your last lines blew me away.

    White lies are not white;
    they are not the truth;
    they are costly barriers.
    Truth opens doors
    to a new way of being.
    Can you go an entire month
    and tell only the truth?

    I got goosebumps over my entire body.

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  2. Scent of my heart says:

    Hello, how are you?
    Simply want to check out on you and offer you our greatest appreciation for your support to potluck poetry. You rock!

    Reminder: week 18 Theme: Languages, Signs and Symbols

    The more you share, the happier we are. Plan ahead and have your entry poem. We are open Sunday 8pm, American Central time, linking in early would benefit your work with more encouragements.

    Hope to see you on Sunday at: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    Let me know via email if you have questions or doubts.

    Again, we treasure your participation and would be great to see you again on week 18.

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  3. Scent of my heart says:

    Always for the truth! It might hurt sometimes, but it’s better! Agree fully with you. Good choice of words to put your thoughts into a poem!

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  4. Jingle says:

    powerful….

    A+

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    • Pat Cegan says:

      Thanks, Jingle. And thanks for posting for me, too. Perhaps I was trying to post too early as I could not find the “blue button” to post. I get the time differences here in Brazil and the various locations mixed up. Our seasons are backward to me and I no longer wear watches or have appointment books. Mostly that is great but sometimes when I have to coordinate with something, I get lost. The monkeys in back my house don´t mind, but some people do! :-) hugs, pat

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