Hidden Harbinger

What is thought?

This master of moments

Begging and pleading and spurring us on

Thought cannot scale

Life’s hills or its mountains

It cannot lead by its sheer force alone

But oh, if we follow

One foot then the other

Thought will instruct where we choose to begin

For never an action

Have we undertaken

That first did not pass through this chamber within

What is thought?

This infinite ocean

Of mystery cradled in ivory cell

What is hope's precursor

This harbinger of action

Making public the pondering that words do not tell?

Dare we assume

That our thought remains secret

Or should we carefully consider its due?

For sooner or later

It spills into being

As action brings thought-life into full view

© Janet Martin