We oft speak of where legs will carry;
as tho physical motion has relevance;
we endlesslly talk, till we grow wary;
tho usually lacking in eloquence.
We frequentlly say what’s on our mind;
as tho the mind has a physical place;
for it’s by location, all things are defined;
confined, by an illusion called space.
We each inhabit an energy called life;
a place devoid of a discernable border;
enjoying emotions, and enduring strife;
attempting to assimilate, and create order.
For we are creators, made in God’s image;
emanating from the energy of His will.
The fruits of Love; His progeny; His lineage;
words of the Father; none can kill.
For, we are the wandering thoughts of God;
where His mind goes; we’re to follow;
though, it makes little sense and seems odd;
with false idols and liars we wallow.
In our wanderings, He will Light our path;
illuminating where we must go;
lost sheep; led by the shepherd’s staff;
learning, what we must know.
Our minds must go, where feet have not trod;
our thoughts must journey alone;
led to the throne of the Mind of God;
His Light shall lead us all home.