Poetry-Thing Thursday: Merely Human

Close your mind,
and shut out life.
A beautiful thought.
No pain, no strife.

But no love. No Growth.
All darkness and an abyss.
A death of the spirit–
fate of the heartless.

All good things,
come from an open mind;
art, music, literature
the roots of our kind.

Imagine if the world,
closed down its doors,
turned out its lights,
cast off its moors.

Life as we know it would cease.
All our great progress,
turned to dust,
in the shadow of duress.

So keep it open,
and widen it if you can,
for the universe is larger,
and we are merely human.