Spiritual Poetry posted June 18, 2015


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A metaphor about the mind

Shut that Damn Door

by His Grayness

SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR!
You keep going in there
And every time you come out,
You act totally unfair
And you always want to shout
Your face is red
Your eyes are wide open
You are trembling with rage
And only ugly words are spoken
Ok, I'll admit, I snuck in there last night
While you were finally sleeping
And then I turned on the light
To see what kind of junk
You've been secretly keeping
When I saw all the labels
On those boxes in there
Then I could not stop weeping!
About the emotions you share
The first box was Prejudice
Full of horrible things
That only could hurt you
From the thoughts that such brings
The one labelled Vengeance
Was covered in blood
On another was written
"I hate you".. In MUD
The biggest was Guilt
Stuffed so full it could break
The last was marked FEAR
And was all I could take
So I offer you this lock
As promise to set you free
If you lock that damn door
And throw away the key
For the door to your mind
Needs the gold pass of LOVE
Which only you get
From your maker above
So let Him click the key
That deletes all these files
And replace them with ones
Which bring wisdom and smiles
Then keep that door open
To capture the light
Of thoughts that will guide you
Always to the Lord ... and then....
To Fanstory....and Write!



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The mind lives behind a virtual door of "free will" (we can choose what we think about)....Those choices have heavy consequences worth considering, even themselves
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