Hours may dwindle and seasons may change
The wandering mind fluctuates more than your local currency
Opportunities may pass and decisions may come
But what keeps you going? I ask in thoughts.
Where paths may be clogged with thorns
And hope may fade?
What keeps you going? I ask in thoughts,
Where lanes may be blocked under construction
And destinations may be lost in sight?
Interrogations echo in the closure of my mind
Making confrontations of this nature and the like
The wandering mind retorts
Reflecting to me, images of words like ego and its kind
It says to me, you may stumble a few times against the rocks
You may become weary of the counter currents against the shore
But what really keeps you going all along? Again, I ask.
Where pain and suffering outweigh every pound of pleasure?
Come and answer if you may, come and answer if you may!
Lo and behold says the mind,
It is, but divine tranquility that I own
When all around me goes haywire
All along men have turned to me
They have asked me many a times
When trouble knows no bounds
And the giant that always stands tall and proud begins to quiver
And joy has left but the heart is cold
When the soul has become sore,
Pristine, yet lonely in a crowd
What is there to do? Oh! What is there to do?
That mind you know and own has to be told, says the mind,
That the peace of the One who has the earth as His footstool
Must guard your heart and cognizance; body, spirit and soul
Therefore, may the peace of God, which transcends all understanding
Lead you, comfort you, and keep you well composed.
May that peace which surpasses all others, restore your faith now and forever more
Amen.
Poem by - Trudy-Elsie
Date Written 09 -18 -12
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