In The Master's Mind

In The Master’s Mind

I’m but a thought; in the Master’s mind;
a mere hint of God’s complexity;
I’m wondrously wrought and designed;
becoming what he wants me to be.

Sometimes, I’m laughter; brought by a clown;
there’s no limit to what I can be;
I’m the tear in his eye; the wrinkle in a frown;
I see whatever he wants me to see.

I am the mystery in the Master’s dream;
the passion, within his eyes;
I am the landscape; the picturesque scene;
the thought; that lives; then dies;

I am the life of God’s unending ocean;
a living thought; ebbing and flowing;
I am the focus of the Master’s devotion;
I’m his tree of life; still growing.

I am the disapointment the Master can feel;
I’m all of these things; and much more;
my very existance is God’s thought, surreal;
I am one of the thoughts; he lives for.

I am the love; within the Master’s heart;
I am his thought above any other;
nothing in his thought can tear us apart;
for you are my sister and brother.

All life is but one; in the Master’s mind;
the totality of God’s thoughts above;
only hate and division shall be left behind;
life is God’s creation called love.

Monty 12/4/24. # 2,485