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