Thought
On Africa’s dry grasslands and plains
Beasts search above for signs of rains.
They yearn for days when holes were filled.
They drank and splashed as water spilled.
In oceans of blue that are glistening from
The dappled light plays of the father sun.
Warm rays lift mists from seas and select,
Pure water in gathering clouds to collect.
Darkening skies around suddenly appear.
Soon rumbling and tumbling drops are here.
Rapturous quenching in cool nectar clean
As rivers beds fill and grasses turn green
Thought too has its cyclical dramatic play.
They too get evaporated in same way.
Condensing as scenery and events today
Writing script with what you think and say
Let noble sentiments and thoughts arise.
Let painful ones meet their demise.
Make for all blessing garland flowers.
Raining on every creature 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.