Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Thought and its Offspring

Thought, no matter how willing
Has never accomplished a thing
It takes the effort of hands and feet
Thought’s fruition to bring

So we ought all to feel needed
Whether we are seen or not
For nothing was ever accomplished
That first did not begin with thought
Sometimes thought takes higher purpose
Where no other fete can compare
As we lift in earnest silence
Thought shaped into prayer

© Janet Martin

This morning prayer continues for those in Russia and Ukraine.

the first line of this poem was born as I woke and realized that thought, no matter how willing, cannot turn off an alarm-clock:)

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