Beleaguered Truth walked slowly into the public square.
Tired hands held the pole which was seated in the cup of the worn strap around her neck. No longer was her flag high and proud. Her arms, so very weary, could not keep the staff close to her breast and so it dipped.
TRUTH — the tattered flag proclaimed.
And Truth herself walked slowly in amongst the crowd.
Few stepped back to make way.
Some stopped and pointed and jeered.
Still she walked.
Her knuckles were dry and cracked, weatherbeaten.
Her robe, once white, was now dingy, like January’s snow in March.
She walked into the square, heading for the center, to stand where all could see.
Someone stuck out a foot — to be funny, to be mean, to earn a few guffaws and high-fives.
Somebody stuck out their foot, and Truth stumbled.
The sound of the pole clattering on the stones silenced the crowd, but only momentarily.
A cry erupted — “Replace Her! Replace Her!”
Her flag was ripped from the pole and a new one tied on.
Together the crowd lifted it high.
I couldn’t read what it said.
I was too busy trying to make my way to Truth who was being trampled by the mob.
Isaiah 59:14 “…for truth has stumbled in the public squares,
and uprightness cannot enter.”