Thought-thoughts

 

As December's full moon climbs

over dusk's pink sill

Thought becomes happy to pause

and be perfectly still...

As the mind thinks, so we become;

Like babies in perception’s womb

Like children in a classroom taught

By a lifelong lector of Thought

Guard well the guests Thought entertains

The conquests toward which Thought strains

Because the person we become

Is shaped through Thought’s collective sum

For all the progress change may boast

It cannot thwart what matters most

Whether we regard it or not

We are the workmanship of Thought

If Thought is lazy, greedy, vain

Pity the one who gleans its gain

If Thought is prudent, humble, wise

It benefits its enterprise

Whatever then, is excellent

Praiseworthy and of noble bent

And true and just, without selfdom

Think on these things, and so become

Janet Martin

Phil.4:8

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, 

whatever is honorable, 

whatever is right, 

whatever is pure, 

whatever is lovely, 

whatever is admirable—

if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—

think on these things.