It happened while I tried to sleep last night; a poem began to write itself. I quick got the flashlight and my handy writing pad and pen. I wrote down the words as they played in my head. It finished itself as I went about my day today. Here it is;
The road ahead is paved with gold,
If I believe, I am told.
A voice whispers don’t be so bold,
You are too old.
What is this doubt that you hold?
Why, it’s limited consciousness that’s being sold.
Be gone you paralyzing mould,
I will not fall into your fold.
For I have visions of a grandeur kind,
And you will not get me into your bind.
With unlimited consciousness, I will dine,
Grandeur unlimited thoughts will fill my mind.
Doubt not and partake of this new thought,
and life will manifest whatever you sought.
Copyright, Marianne Irvine and Grandeurvision, 2010.