This Mind We Trust

This mind we trust,
Oh, that feeble thing.
A painting we create
Fashioned in the image of our own desire.
We sculpt each perception,
With all the time and craft we possess.
This sculpture becomes a gift from God.
If left unopened, it remains as it began:
As a child in reason, and in understanding.
When opened, it can be used and stretched,
And it will grow
To fill its potential,
To compliment the world with enlightenment,
Talent, knowledge, and finally
Faith.