Thought
O hero descendant of sages
Breath of love sweet and sure
Swept along by power of ages,
Thrilling words that will endure.
On mother’s rocky foot stand
Master beckons “cross the sea.”
Hurt for poor and open hand,
Inspired thoughts flowing free.
Lion roars “Arise awaken sing,”
Shake off shackles wait no more.
Restore thy glory that’s undying.
Lead us to thy distant shore.
Into the vast depths plunged he
Returned and its secrets shared.
With outcasts on their own journey
In stirring rhythmic phrases dared.
Lion stalks with fixed gaze
Oblivious herds in tall grass graze
Slow advance move crouch and stay.
One sudden move alerts its prey.
Such vigour in the blood and nerves
Summon regiments of strong reserves
Self-confidence that conquers grief
Reinforces weak death sign’s relief.
Stride with purpose and be bold.
Only the weak their souls have sold,
To common market pain and death
Dedicate last moment’s breath.
Avoid all mystery and ghostly trap,
Let steely strength be guiding map.
Divert not your gaze from goal,
Your gain will be enlightened soul.
Prayer
O Lord your glory holds my attention firm; may your repeated name save me from distractions. May we be strong in body, mind and spirit and lift others so that they too are strong. Grant me the gift of truthful thoughts, words and deeds. I offer thee my limbs, body and soul to move the world at least a little with thy values of strength and goodness. Let my legacy be to show thy glory that works even through the smallest vessel.
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