[Poem] The Many Faces of Truth

Truth, a prism, facets gleam,
Each reflecting a different scene.
One sees sunrise, warm and bright,
Another, shadows of the night.

Science seeks it, cold and clear,
Measured lines, the answer's near.
Art portrays it, wild and free,
A brushstroke's dance, for all to see.

The heart may hold a whispered truth,
A hidden well, where feelings soothe.
Faith's vision paints a tapestry,
Of unseen worlds, eternally.

Truth, a puzzle, pieces fit,
Each perspective, not a bit
Of falsehood, but a single view,
The whole complete, when all come true.