Ponder Poem by Erik Gillette

The thinking man sits on a throne of stone
All the while looking in the abyss of past present and future
Wondering on all that is still to be known
Had he seen what was ahead would he of had his eyes sutured?

Seeking leads you on to discovery
Not though preparing you for the much needed recovery
To think is to give yourself to more than you can handle
As you walk through the sand bare of no sandals

Mind your aimless walks through thought
They often lead to a train bare and rotten
Leaving you disgusted and distraught
Come then when you are able and sought in

The faint of heart and strong in head are likely to dismay
But the open and humble will thrive in this way
Come into the house and sit and ponder
The thinking man joins now you as you worry no longer