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:)