Filaments Of Thought
All ever created; was meant to last;
like thoughts; all lives return;
we are both; the present; and the past;
how else, may the future learn.
Many believe we’ve only one life to live;
tell it to the grasses and trees;
all need sufficient lives to love and forgive;
we’re given; according to our needs.
Memories; carried by filaments of thought;
traverse the echos of the mind;
by light, to earth; all filaments are brought;
to rehearse thoughts, left behind.
All thoughts are created; once, conceived;
then born in the solitude of night;
realities of the mind; once they are believed;
are cast below; to an illusion of light.
The link of faith, connects with the Master;
our thoughts are brought together;
to live without faith; is to court disaster;
the faithful will live forever.
Without that faith; we’re lost and alone;
in search of love and protection;
traumatized; in search of our home;
praying for God’s direction.
Those filaments are tiny threads of hope;
as we dangle over the valley of despair;
praying that God might throw us a rope;
but, the threads of love are already there.
Monty 2/9/24. # 1,987