~Envisionaries~
There are mental forces
In our world we don't control.
Yet we can...if we only take stock.
Our minds are the Prometheus fire;
The ultimate building block...
Driven by creative desire.
Not just smoke from the chimney,
Or breezes from the sea,
Our thoughts and intentions
Sculpt subsequent steps,
Marvelous inventions...
Who we are to be.
Always we are shaping in our minds
The texture of reality's clay.
Shadows and phantoms rise from cognitive thought
To stand in awareness
On a different day.
The journey we take
Even now, for each spirit's sake,
Is steered on a course by
Rudders of envisioning;
Currents of emotion are all
That pause our intended decisioning.
The blessing of creation
Persists thru us,
And miracles come and go
Like sunsets in the corners
Of old, forgotten memories.
We should consider well
What stories our newest thoughts
Have yet to tell...
Tides of home keep pulling us to "see"
Belief in ourselves
Continues us inexorably.
MEBH/@Copyright, 4-2002
