What a lovely concept; it
conjures up
What a lovely concept; it conjures up visions of an ethereal entity full
of wisdom and empathy, character and beauty. But the mind, I believe, is
part of the soul, together, they control the person and form his
fundamental nature.
Should the mind harbor dark emotions in its recesses - a nook of
narrow-mindedness, a dank corner of mendacity - all the exalted prose in
the world becomes a fetid belch on the wind.
How easy it is to write of love and honor, how much more difficult to
transform words into action: “Though I speak with the tongues of men and
of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a
tinkling cymbal.”
All the lyrical, inspiring, spellbinding words in the world are just
hollow mockeries when they sing of beauty while shuttering ugliness.
Like the Biblical whited sepulchers, they are lovely to contemplate but
conceal decay and corruption within. It is surely a terrible thing to
waste a mind…and a soul.
“And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of
these is charity.”
Veritas Omnia Vincit
©23/5/2002 Thurman P. Woodfork
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