Thoughts wander in a desert
Rain give them meaning and peace
But sometimes
Deserts flood by rain.
What senses microscope
Paints the weather that we feel
Sometimes too much paint poisons the heart
The heart confides to the mind.
The mind feels afraid
And the symptoms show in mirrors
The fear it feels
Is the fear of possibility.
Not knowing
Only initiates as fear
God performs displacement reactions
Fear is displaced with hope.
When it floods
Remember god
He gave you the mind
To make a boat.
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