Mind Game
>A mind game
Played on someone over time can maim
Crippling their sense of truth
For unlike the follies of youth
Thought
Is something that is not taught?
Indeed, much learning is encouraged by rote repetition
Yet for the most part the human condition
Communicates by sharing thoughts
Learning the mutual value of each others ought’s
Many of which we take on undigested
Even if hotly contested
Rarely do we absorb and understand our actions
How inadvertently we are caught up in chain reactions
Truth to be real needs a personal assent
It is not just a question of intent
Or belief being something to confess
Or profess
For a belief in God of whatever creed
Entails looking at and appreciating the reality of our need
For something beyond the machinations of the mind
A revelation of a wholly other kind
A profound recognition of something other
And our responsibility to one another
For life is not ours to deploy
As if the world was a toy
Jane Tatum©>
Copyright © Frances Jane Tatum | Year Posted 2017
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