Sometimes we curse the restlessness of mind; <br />forgetting it's God's gift, this restlessness: <br />for this will never cease until it find <br />that which it seeks: its still and perfect rest. <br /> <br />Without that restlessness, the angry man, <br />once angered, then would never leave that state; <br />an artist, end no better than began; <br />and our delusions never would abate. <br /> <br />The instability of human mind <br />more constant than its owner, ever roams <br />like bee, for nectar of a finer kind: <br />the rest, the peace, the love of God alone. <br /> <br />So love the constant mind's inconstancy; <br />so faithful in its search for unity.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0237-the-mind/
