Of Frameworks and Foundation

The frame of mind whereon we build is filled with sundry thought

Of grit and grin, of faith and fear, of friendliness, or not

And from that thought that seems so small and hid evolves its sum

The words we say, the deeds we do, the person we become

The frame of mind houses much more than we may deem, at first

Where darling dream and secret scheme and hope unseen are nursed

Before the door to choice and voice and touch-taste swings ajar

To unveil, what begins with thought, the person that we are

The frame of mind can define truth or blind us to ourselves

It holds the molds of say and do upon its thought-cast shelves

Where we are the disciples of its seemingly veiled bid

As who we are is proven by what cannot remain hid

The frame of mind is anchored in the heart where deeds and words

Are mentored by the measure of the treasure that it hoards

The Origin of human being, being God-designed

Authors the bedrock of each heart that holds each frame of mind

© Janet Martin

 A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth that which is good; 

and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth that which is evil: 

for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.

Luke 6:45