Things are Shaping Up

My subconscious sub world has a mind of it’s own
when it’s crowded outside, it still feels alone
with holes of rectangles and circles within
it reshapes triangles, so they can fit in
it listens closely to what it receives
then hears what it wants and already believes

my subconscious sub world has survival food stored
guns for protection and self latching doors
and now lie detectors solve the need to trust
if one cares to enter this test is a must
it’s not paranoia it’s just being smart
to head off attacks before they can start

my subconscious sub world has known Poe’s and Freud’s
it’s learned life is best if it simply avoids
understanding or asking what fellow man thinks
it’s decided man’s wisdom quite simply stinks
so it creates a system that works best for it
it prefers the fruit, does not like the pit

my subconscious sub world heard a knock on the door
the voice had authority like none before
though it held power it was mild as a dove
my subconscious screamed danger...my heart reached for love
my sub world was quaking, it’s guns cocked and aimed
then drew back from shooting when He called my name

my subconscious sub world ran a check on it’s walls
they were crumbling too fast with each of His calls
it called for the mortar of self will to repair
any breaks, then it heard His voice say “Yes I care”
and it searched for more bricks of resentment to fill
any voids, then it ceased...a peace made it still

My subconscious sub world offered “Lord do come in...
please excuse all this mess, please forgive all my sin”
He brought endless rectangles and circles with Him
I’d no need to reshape they fit perfectly in
my heart at last calm, as now
...I believe?
no mess did He see He only saw…
Me
Words and Art PatsyP