Gold Mind by Joe Bisicchia

Don’t want to lose it, given to you by the good Lord.
If you don’t use your mind, who indeed would use it?
So, naturally, use it.

And know you shall glisten not in ways of militancy
or dented shield, but in the welcoming of pure sun
lifted up from this very earthen field, sure as Truth.

Air is always needed for the orbs. So, we all breathe.
See, eyes open and we see. We went in search of Eden
and found it. Everywhere. Seeds in the dirt rising as wheat.

Gold. Truth has that way of settling within, and then rising.

Maybe the poor rich thought they too had found it. Eden.
So lite what they found in its alcoholic proof.

And lawsuits have entered the mudroom, their bows all tied
way too tight, their precious souls, now lost only currently,
their oxfords all too worn, aged, from life of too many lies.

If only they knew right now what lovingly glistens as wealth.
Maybe soon. We are all never too old when not a fool’s gold.
So, of your own treasure chest, don’t want to lose it.

Use it.

Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications with over 175 individual poems published. The commonality of humankind runs through all his work, and he writes of the extraordinary power of faith in ordinary, everyday life. The collection widewide.world to unwind has been published by Cyberwit. His website is www.widewide.world.