Thought-streams

Perpetual discourse, this stream

Rushes in want, worry and dream

Accusation and worship surge

Filling mute fathoms with their splurge

Dawn, noon, wakeful middle-night

We bear the potence of their plight

Word touches word and shapes a thought

Faith, fear, hate, love and longing caught

Within its vortex endlessly

This torrent rushes to a sea

Where none can ever truly find

These oceans carried in the mind

…save for the thought that wears a noise

To tell of living’s grief and joys

Yearning, learning and wanderlust

Echoes in hollows filled with trust

Incessant urge from mystic deep

Word follows word until we sleep

© Janet Martin

Ever wish you could just turn them off...like in the middle of the night when they crowd away sleep?

What are your first 'thought-words' when you awake?
We ought to give careful thought to what we think...

Pray we have a constructive, healthy thought-stream...the pulse of everything else we do!