The thoughts that wander on this page
Seem real enough to me
And yet I’ve not a single clue
What ever made them be
I am not one to sit around
My mind just all aglow
And yet the words jump out at me
As though I seem to know
I’d pondered this so many times
No answers had come yet
There seemed to be a secret part
A me I had not met
And while I love philosophy
I’m not quite that profound
So why these written words reflect
My inner soul resound
Then finally I realized
Through all this diatribe
The rhymes weren’t mine, they came from God
And I was just the scribe
COPYRIGHT – DR. JON C. FULFS – JULY 1992