Troubles of Mind I took a walk I’d hoped would be pleasant on a cold, wet and windy day and how I wished the sun had shone; how I wished for a soft, warm breeze to warm my face and hands today. My troubles hound me like a cold wind; like a driving November rain. They penetrate my clothes; keep my heart in their icy grip; keep me from the love I seek to share; they numb my hands: and I cannot touch. There is a way out of this; a place beyond these troubles of mind; where bitterness is washed away as rain washes down a street. There is a way to see; a way to skirt potholes and cracks on the uneven road of life; a way to not stumble, nor to fall; a way, a sure way, a final way to replace fear with love. How? Consciously choosing to transform the fear-filled mind.