In the Court of Thought
do you sometimes feel like shouting,
'Order in the house, please!'
That's when hopefully
Humble Prayer rises up
and orders Thought
to 'be still and know
that He is God/love'!
What a power-house for good or evil every single one of us
carries on our shoulders, right?!
Around a table full of people
there is always so much more than
meets the eye...
so much more than
Sunday-night supper at Gramma's House...
Some after-homemade-pizza and carrot cake-reflection/digestion😋😊
As we shed innocence, we all struggle at times with that hidden world of thought!
Here's hoping, nay, here's praying we do not try to order thought's steps on our own!
Thought can be a darksome dungeon wrought with dangers in disguise
Carving warpaths through assumption with the razor-edge of sighs
Mercy meets us in the moment if we reach beyond the noose
That inflicts its guarded torment and that only God/love can loose
Thought can rage, a cage of demons bent on carnage of good cheer
Who knows what can brim unbidden, havoc hidden in a tear
Consequence’s score is settled on a stage none can outsmart
Only God/love can melt the mettle of a cold and bitter heart
Thought can threaten course of action it ought not to contemplate
Only God/love can break the pattern wrought by thoughts of spite and hate
Lest stones heaped for easy access in a quick slip of the tongue
Hones a hotbed of responses often rude and rashly flung
Thought can set a deadly snare and snuff the flame the love would fan
Who can bear for long the brute that shakes its fist at fellowman
Hosting a cruel slew of reasons for vengeance to vindicate
Only God/love is fully qualified to set the record straight
Thought can be a harsh task master, sarcastic, heartless and mean
Authoring certain disaster without God/love to intervene
Thought alone can never conquer what thought ought not to resound
Only God/love can overcome the foe that rushes Holy Ground
Thought can rise on wings of worship from the belly of despair
Turn discouragement to courage as hope’s feathers beat the air
Not by sudden surge of honor as noble logic gives chase
But by God/love alone who offers and authors goodness and grace
© Janet Martin
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report;
if there be any virtue,
and if there be any praise,
think on these things.
For the word of God is living and powerful,
and sharper than any two-edged sword,
piercing even to the division of soul and spirit,
and of joints and marrow,
and is a discerner of the thoughts
and intents of the heart.