Into The Depth Of It All

The mind is a Demon, that breaths uncertainty
Even into the heart of the surest man.

Just as it was with Christ as He hung alone on the Cross,
So it is with me who must now look up at life
With a glint of reality, and be a man.

When a creation is young, it lives in a world
Of dreams and fancies, of unreal truths.

But here I stand at the Gate Of Youth, looking over
The wild and stormy, horrible sea of life.

Now I am in a Paradise of safety but
When I venture out alone-who knows?
The body is frail and breaks under the slightest pressure,
But the mind is a Devil which will
Either conquer or be conquered.

E. Grandi.


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