Here is a short poem I have been working on. It deals with the idea that thoughts lead to action, but we are always allowed to change our thoughts with new information.
When we don’t embrace new ideas in our hearts but only use them as an outside action, it is like living in a mask, and sometimes it takes a big event to lift you into changing or becoming yourself.
“What Truth Is This?”
By Gregory Scott Gentry II
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I’ve tasted and seen,
witnessed and beheld.
And one day, let go.
Like a switch,
I turned off the only light I had.
And donned a mask.
And from that darkness,
I tried to remake myself.
And bowed toward my own creation.
With a hand unseen,
I willed and desired
all the things I never felt.
And crossed into what I knew to be false.
And a food I knew to be stale.
And empty I remained,
no matter how much I drank
and how much I devoured from the golden gilded table.
I never let myself see
what really shown in the mirror.
And it wasn’t myself – It was never really me.
Broken?
I was shattered.
Laughter?
What a lie.
I promised
and obeyed.
The mantle of the false.
And so 11:11 came crashing across my doorstep.
The fateful sound,
And a knock was heard at my door.
Leaves dying in the wind
froze before my steps.
And that same mirror witnessed my heart,
as the mask’s bonds aged and tore before the wind.
And underneath, it wasn’t the beast I had always thought.
But it was a man and broken,
and a man cleansed and redeemed.
My hands were covered in blood.
And my eyes were red with tears.
My strength was failing.
and my heart cried, “No!”
It was the cry of someone
who realized his own futility.
And decided to stop
and finally not fight against the throne anymore.
And a voice said, “Young King..”
“…just… …let go.”
And the prodigal son finally laughed again.
Oh, it is one thing to be known by your mask
another to see yourself as you are,
and lastly, it is quite another:
To know yourself through His eyes.