What Is Reason
So many have intelligence, or acknowledgement,
Who amongst us has the right, to set judgment?
One thought, shall not, make any major logic.
Sanity or insanity, which would be neurologic,
Ones intentions are the true real only sense.
Objects, desires and finished plans, keep suspense.
To reason about truth, is set forth in the mind.
To reason about falsehoods, are definitely unkind.
Each of us has turmoil, traveling with us each day.
Our choices, we make always carried upon the way.
Comprehension of what is right or wrong, our impasse,
Upon our decisions that we make, drives what we amass,
So therefore, reason is the season of mankind’s soul.
What we openly see, what is blindly found the goal?
written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name The Voice Of Reason
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2011
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