MIND
A mystery
great of human kind,
That’s hidden
from probing eyes,
That search
within the brain to find,
The mind
that elsewhere lies.
Though
‘prisoned in our mortal flesh,
Mind’s made
of finer corn,
It came with
us from heaven’s crèche,
On wings of
spirit borne.
It dwells
within that special place,
Where soul
and body meet,
A place that
shows the human race,
Has more
than clay clad feet.
It is the captain of our ship,
That sails
Earth’s stormy sea,
Ensuring that
this special trip
Will teach
us how to be.
When we
think we’re fast asleep,
Mind does
not doze or roam.
It is alert,
our soul to keep
Aware of heaven, its home.
Mind is our
link twixt God and Man,
It knows we
are divine.
Mind is
aware of His great plan,
Who drew
that grand design.
Mind gives
the lie to those who say,
“Eternal
life? No never.”
Listen now,
your fears allay,
Your soul
lives on forever.
The mystery
really is not mind,
But Man’s
persistent error,
In thinking
that at death we’ll find
Nought but
fear and terror.
Your mind it
is more truly you,
Than what
the glass reflects.
Keep fed and
prized, whate’er you do,
It’s fine in
all respects.
Be still for
that’s when mind excels,
And links
you with that power,
That comes
from where the angel dwells,
Who tends
you every hour.
Some there
are who cannot know,
The beauty
of their mind,
There is no
link within to show,
What you and
I can find.
But with
that link the heavens ope,
And show us
life eternal.
With active mind
there’s always hope,
Of knowing
love supernal.
Lionel
Owen
November 2016
