Saturday, November 10, 2018

On The Army of Thought...

 Thought is an army, veiled, we think
Behind our eyes and such
But always revealed by the chink
in its armour, called Touch

 (Above paragraph from the book Uncle Tom's Cabin)

Thought covers eons in a wink
And weighs nary a mite
But meters far more than we think
In fear, hope and hindsight

Thought is a rover and force
That scales what none can see
Save in the very certain course
To which touch will agree

Thought masterminds all kinds of woes
Exceeds the bounds of law
It breeds the seeds that deeds expose
And nothing can withdraw

Thought makes the man; its cravings feast
On what is in the trough
Where Thought must tame and hone the beast
That never gets enough

Thought is perception’s quintessence
An army in a cup
That wrangles with each circumstance
By how we fill it up

© Janet Martin

 Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus:
Who, existing in the form of God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
but emptied Himself,
taking the form of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
He humbled Himself and became obedient to death—
even death on a cross. 

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