"...Never make a    pretty woman (the lie) your wife."          Truth , light as a feather...   outweighs every lie.   Shadows,    heavy with fear and uncertainty,   dragging led feet.     You thought, you think you did, you acted.   Invited. Truth knows you.     But you sit    at that table there    dressed in lies and deceit.   Plastic and wind   is all you will get to eat.     Come to My table   won't cost you a thing.   paying with lies? Come naked,   I'll give you a drink.   I'll fill up your stomach    We'll talk, laugh and cry    When you leave here,   You won't want to ...   You'll be   Dressed in My Light.       iskra