As the Mind Streams

All thoughts spring from one fountainhead,
In brooks of words they flow,
With lingual thrust they gush ahead,
To nurse or curse below.

One plays and says a thousand things,
Like actors do on stage.
Lifetime of roles he or she brings,
Under one title page.

          -- In Weakness  --

A cleft in one's moral muffler,
The mouth cracked out of rust,
Coughs silent things ten times louder,
While lungs gurgle with dust.

     -- But, in Strength  --

When the Word is good that day,
It soars above the mind,
Touching souls a mile away,
Leaving no one behind.

Who's That?

All those people who crossed your path,
Could have chosen a different way.
They stayed the course and pressed ahead,
To meet with you without delay.
Some come on foot, some come by car
To give you a message from afar.