Oh, the sacred runnel
that runs through channels
where its trickle effect
sets the course of lives
that are not even born yet!
The trickle is fed by a source
It courses from, into
a force far greater than the crater
that it first ran through...
Somewhere the thundering power of Niagara Falls
is fed by a trickle...
It seems invisible at first; The progeny Thought breeds
In an arena that hosts entertainment and neglect
But Evidence is soon unveiled in the bold font of deeds
A virile force that sets the course of thought’s trickle effect
The guests we host, of good or ill soon spill seeds of its kind
Where what we do and say begins in thought’s ivory cell
With how we satisfy the howling hunger of the mind
And prove who we love best by what quest and interest tell
Thought is a battlefield; the wars twixt enemy and Friend
(Though we brandish no weapons to expose its crucial spree)
Are fought where we are prone to forget aftermaths that wend
In striking trickle effects of pride or humility
Thought is the control-tower of the body that displays
The Trickle Effect of Influence; what a sacred spring
That feeds the Fount that bleeds into the voice that choice obeys
And makes what seemed invisible the Most Apparent Thing
The Trickle Effect may seem unassuming at first glance
A gathering tsunami veiled in Equilibrium
That cannot long contain the force that roars with allegiance
To stay or change the course of generations yet to come
© Janet Martin
...and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true,
whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable--
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--
think about such things.