“The mind is like an umbrella. It’s most useful when open.” —Walter Gropius
Won’t flip inside-out in a gust
Nor flap like a gull in a gale
Impassively as iron rusts
The stoic umbrella prevails
Let a smile be your umbrella, and you’ll end up with a face full of rain.
Evil eyes in nebulous mists
Hard rain pelting like cannonballs
The stoic umbrella resists
When a storm of harassment disturbs our thinking and brings us down to our knees, the umbrella of our imagination can shield us against destructive aggression.
Toward meta-high frequency bands
Upstanding umbrellas incline
Cool umbras blossom where they land
See, here’s a shadow found; the human nature Is made th’ umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator; Beneath this covert thou may’st safely lie.
As parachutes soften landings
Suspended yet on strings unseen
So, too, the stoic canopies
Absorb hard knocks uncomplaining
Love me. Love my umbrella.