The Myriad Minds

Some people have five minds

Some only have one,

Some can’t make up theirs

Others use only brawn.

Some leave theirs lying around

That’s how it seems to me,

Others think the weirdest things

That’s insanity.

Some think mostly evil

Others thing mostly good,

Most are in between these two

And think mostly as they should.

Some minds are overloaded

Like a computer hard drive

Thinking mostly about themselves

And how to cut and contrive.

Some are recycle bins

And are often filled to the brim,

Never a time to empty

And the stench is awful within.

Some are shrewd and cunning

Conniving to say the least,

Plotting another’s downfall

And the disruption of his peace.

Some are great repositories

Of ideas and positive thoughts

From which many will benefit

When such information is sought.

Some minds are evil bent

And full of devilish vice,

Such are crafty minds and devious

Which think about nothing nice.

Some minds are inquiring

Always seeking to understand

What the Word says about God

And about His redemptive plan.

  

Some minds are creative

Blessed with making life better,

Such are often Spirit led

And ought to be the trend setters.

Some minds need a little fixing

They are always under stress,

And even the simplest task

Becomes an unreasonable test.

Such are the vagaries of the mind

So difficult to comprehend,

From the Professor at University

To the child that plays “Let’s pretend.”

Stewart Russell © March 2018