Sounding Gong

I’m nothing
But a sounding gong
I want to
Love
Give
But I’m strangled
And constrained
And feel
impatient
unkind
intolerant
resentful
of our failings
Especially mine

A flickering flame
Of hope
Of a better way
And making a better world
Blown out
By deep sighs
Of discontent
Bringing darkness
Fumbling frantically
For the truth
The way
The life
The light
The realisation
And frustration
That I can change no-one
but myself
So silence the gong
Until I can love
Where it matters most

With all my mind

What does it mean
to love
God
with all your mind?
Am I required
to spend more time
thinking of Him
than about myself
or anyone else?
Or should all my thoughts
be tinged
with His love?
A second viewpoint
Automatic
Unconscious

But what does He think
of the situation?
of my worries?
of my thoughts?

How do I submit
my thoughts to Him?
Freely
So my mind
Can be renewed
And my thinking
Aligned
With the Holy Spirit?
Create in me
A pure heart, o God
And a fresh mind
That centres
On You