Thought
An open field where daisies grow,
Feasts my eyes and feeds my soul.
Under endless canopy of blue
Impressions stored as memories.
In dreamy state the wakeful One
Recalls these scenes in cloudy zone.
To use such scenes constructed so
Enriched by Grace through mind to flow.
Illumines way on journey through,
That takes me to the inner worlds.
Unfolding thus this loving Grace
Beyond all dreams and sleep I rest.
Prayer
O Lord by Your Grace alone you bring back my wandering mind. Please grant that we may never lose your companionship.
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