Crayons
Can my mind keep doing this... Going from thought to thought for all eternity... Does
anything change, there? Like the seasons of my time which is nothingness just like my
mind. Yes I have a brain. You can paint the walls with it, it is real, just like yours.
But where is the color of my mind, where is my thought to be placed on a scale to be
weighed properly. And the matter of my heart, well no matter because no human eye can see
it's true color. The colors of me. In my head and chest pure meat. But where are the
sparks of my spirit? Are you there soul, Divine... My God are You there? Are you truly
everywhere? Then no matter of my negative thoughts, no, no matter at all... Only you my
God... I am yours... For this is all for You, Lover of my soul... You are my Father, my
Creator, my Savior, my Comforter, my Teacher, my Love... you are the Truth, the Way, and
the Light.... Yes everything changes, but everything stays the same depending on the
dephts of your sight... so ask Him for his Light... Yes we are all heading back to him,
but we all loose the straight path... so ask him for the Way.... Yes there is evil in this
world, the proud one blasts his foul lies over the multitude of the fearful... Ask Him for
the Truth... And then listen, just listen.
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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