Thursday, August 22, 2013

Thursday Thoughts~





To take responsibility
For health of our whole
Begins, not with the bodily
But with our soul

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What is the language of love, my God?
What gives my words credence?
Soft comes His answer to my thought
‘But this; obedience’

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Ah, vale of wasted sorrow
What treasure tossed away
If I don’t act tomorrow
On what I learn today

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Face to the future
Back to the past
Hand to the moment
Soon its mold is cast

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Dusk draws its shadow
Over the day
Over the meadow
In whispers blue-gray
You draw your murmuring
Where thought is bold
Blue-gray, my darling
With flickers of gold

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Do not begrudge life’s trouble
This is the curse of sod
And Time is but the bubble
That carries us to God

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Your flesh is pleasant to my touch
And oh, parting is pain
But thought will hold you close, my love
Until we meet again

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Lord, show me how to walk today
Slow down these steps that hasten
And teach me, Lord what not to say
When I should simply listen

© Janet Martin

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