Gathering Thoughts

Under the gaze of God

I gather the thoughts.

Like the grass growing tall

I slice and bring them together.

 

There is nothing under this sun

That enables me to stop.

I harvest the whole crop,

Leaving little blades of beliefs and fears behind.

 

I look at my harvested views

And separate them to see what’s important.

What are the opinions of others

And what are my own, genuine?

 

I restack and roll them up,

Keeping my mind clear until I need them.

They become words and lines of words,

Plucked and chewed to become this work.

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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