March 8, 2022
What enters my senses comes in from outside.
I have some control what’s allowed to abide.
What stays for a while as I ponder and think
Can show me new heights or form cesspools that stink.
If I filter what enters and stays in my mind,
I’m less prone to evil, perhaps even kind.
With so many around me to lead me astray,
I need every morning to read and to pray,
To sift through the rubble inside of my brain,
Hang on to the treasures, remove what brings pain.
When I toss it out early, don’t let it take hold,
It’s my way of guarding my heart and my soul.
I pray for the wisdom to know what to keep
Get rid of the rubbish I stack in a heap.