Sunday, April 12, 2020

The Paradox of Truth by John Drudge

We can be found
In history
Reposed in wisdom
And non-linear progress
Learning from ideas
We dislike
Shining light
On the blind spots
Of the present
Where progress is messy
In the snakes and ladders
Of living
Anchoring beyond ego
And stumbling upon solutions
In the holiness
Of laughter
And the gifts of desperation
Brave and beholden
As we walk
Each other home




John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively.  He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada. 

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