On The Army of Thought...

 Thought is an army, veiled, we think

Behind our eyes and such

But always revealed by the chink

in its armour, called Touch

 (Above paragraph from the book Uncle Tom's Cabin)

Thought covers eons in a wink

And weighs nary a mite

But meters far more than we think

In fear, hope and hindsight

Thought is a rover and force

That scales what none can see

Save in the very certain course

To which touch will agree

Thought masterminds all kinds of woes

Exceeds the bounds of law

It breeds the seeds that deeds expose

And nothing can withdraw

Thought makes the man; its cravings feast

On what is in the trough

Where Thought must tame and hone the beast

That never gets enough

Thought is perception’s quintessence

An army in a cup

That wrangles with each circumstance

By how we fill it up

© Janet Martin

 Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus:

Who, existing in the form of God,

did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,

but emptied Himself,

taking the form of a servant,

being made in human likeness.

And being found in appearance as a man,

He humbled Himself and became obedient to death—

even death on a cross. 

Phil.2:5-8

Not At The Mercy of Moods

Life's 'Stuff' can crush with emptiness

We all need More than we can see

We all need God to guard our thought

From dungeons of depravity

Yesterday in Judy's latest post entitled Leaks

 I laughed out loud as I read this; Don't 'Should' on yourself!

Thought can make us do that all the time! huh?

This morning Thought threatened to throw its Thrall over 

All There Is To Be Thankful For...

So, in case of despair

I fled to the Throne-room of Prayer!

Moods make us brood while woods and hills spill elemental art

Fond dreams, for all their fuel cannot fill Want’s gaping void

Seasons, like snowflakes fall and melt in pictures to the heart

Kindling a tender duel twixt love torn and over-joyed

We all need God; thought turns on us like storms on listing ships

It leads into temptations to wallow in doubt and fear

Its woulda-shoulda-coulda steals the laughter from our lips

A monster’s roar beneath placid facade of skin, my dear

How quick thought is to deviate from pious Best Intent

Adept Inventor of wars waged twixt Hope and deep despair

Where no one is immune to shrewd impulses Mortal Bent

And none but God can meets us in the Grand Throne Room of prayer

Life’s burdens would be like a millstone hung about the neck

Where Emptiness can drown the Downcast in its plumb-less pit  

We all need God to keep Thought’s Very Wily Will in check

We all need God; So Love can keep Thought’s Fragile Beacon lit

© Janet Martin

Search me, O God, and know my heart; 

Try me and know my anxious thoughts;

  Psalm 139:23

Frames of Mind

This fellow(grandson Brantley)
 fills frames of mind with pure contentment...and tender concern;-)

Thought fills our frames of mind with ilk

Of daily grind and day-dream silk

It paints beyond the half-shut eye

Vistas that spawn a drawn-out sigh

Where what we have-had-hope-to-find

Tints that which fills our frames of mind

Tell me; what notions do you choose?

The haberdashery of Muse

Can advertise through lies and schemes

That which jeopardizes hope’s dreams

Where thought, invisible, can blind

Us to the truth in frames of mind

We ought to weigh thought and its worth

Before we let its 'yes' give birth

And spill into full view the art  

That we perceived ‘hid in the heart’

Where touch and taste is first designed

By pictures set in frames of mind

© Janet Martin

My sister Carolyn is a new first time Grandma!

Gary and Carolyn's son and daughter-in-law are proud parents of a baby boy!

Congratulations, little sister, as you embrace this delightful role.

Hugs~

Of Frameworks and Foundation

The frame of mind whereon we build is filled with sundry thought

Of grit and grin, of faith and fear, of friendliness, or not

And from that thought that seems so small and hid evolves its sum

The words we say, the deeds we do, the person we become

The frame of mind houses much more than we may deem, at first

Where darling dream and secret scheme and hope unseen are nursed

Before the door to choice and voice and touch-taste swings ajar

To unveil, what begins with thought, the person that we are

The frame of mind can define truth or blind us to ourselves

It holds the molds of say and do upon its thought-cast shelves

Where we are the disciples of its seemingly veiled bid

As who we are is proven by what cannot remain hid

The frame of mind is anchored in the heart where deeds and words

Are mentored by the measure of the treasure that it hoards

The Origin of human being, being God-designed

Authors the bedrock of each heart that holds each frame of mind

© Janet Martin

 A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth that which is good; 

and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart brings forth that which is evil: 

for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.

Luke 6:45