Poetry: The Dialog
The Teacher spoke,“You friend, are infinitely more than you think.”
Yet, said I,”This dust filled day leaves me parched.”
“ Drink not with your sight, refresh you thoughts in a quiet conversation with God.”
So closing my eyes, my mind was quickened by the fountainhead.
“The dust of today, brings the dew of a new morning.”
Thinking about it, I smile realizing how simple it is to go from despair to joy. This new thought creating a new emotion.