If Minds Were As Brooks Poem by Richard Blay

till the human pages crunch at their death
the human mind will forever book
every evil deed done to it
making imagination
of revenge consuming
the precious time to
paint, write poetry,
sing, invent,
or to
love.
but
if minds
were as brooks—
wherein leaves, twigs
are carried away
whenever they do fall
making these brooks always fresh—
not even an err will they book
they will move on— forgive, forget, love—
making the mind a tool for progressing.

2014