'You Are As You Think' Poem by Linda Winchell

Every act of mankind
Springs forth… those hidden seeds of thought.
The blossoms of joy or its suffering
Are the fruits which pay mans’ cost.

Thoughts in the mind…hath made us
We become exactly as we think.
Taking ones mind to places unknown
Placing it on… minds brink.

Man is made or un-made…all by himself
He forges the weapons by which
Destroys what his or her mind has dealt.
Digging deeper mans minds ditch.

Of all the beautiful truths…. pertaining to ones soul
Restored and brought to the light of age.
None is more gladdening then that of God…to be written on mans page.

Divine perfection… from abuse… wrong application of thought
Man has also fashioned the tools used
Which he builds his Heavenly mansions… goodly sought.

Purity of thought…is his own shadow…. sure
In his mind he conjures…sometimes thoughts impure.
If then a man hath evil thoughts…pain shall come to him.
But through his minds seeking self…he finds God in all… forgiving sin.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009