Thought
On Africa’s grasslands and plains
Beasts search above for signs of rains
They yearn for days when holes were filled
To drink and splash as water spilled
In oceans of blue glistening from
Dappled light plays of father sun
Rays lift mists from seas and select
Pure water in gathering clouds collect
Darkening skies suddenly appear
Soon rumbling and tumbling drops are here
Rapturous quenching in nectar cool clean
As river beds fill and grasses turn green
Thought too has its dramatic play
Getting evaporated in the same way
Condensing as scenery and events today
Writing scripts from what they say
Let noble sentiments and thoughts arise
Let painful ones meet their demise
Make for all blessing garland flowers
Raining on creatures loving showers
Prayer
O Lord of Mind, when selfish thoughts come to me, fill this mind with generosity and make it an open channel for Your Grace.
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