Thought
Appearing from a hazy sky
In lonely rocky desert dry
Creature strange yawning stretch
Of its extended arms and neck
Whirring voice slowly dynamic
On rotating wheels hydraulic
God of war conquer collapse.
Of valleys craters and ice caps
Ruddy complexion pinkish hue
Thin atmosphere’s horizon view
Probe and sample craggy crust,
Sent miles away to analyst.
Body mind and owner three
Work not independently,
But another truly operates,
For they are really aggregates.
They are parts and not the whole,
Move by central remote control.
Prayer
Lord, thou art the operator and “I” the machine. By thy presence all limbs move mounted as they are on thy machine. So too the galaxies, stars, and planets. Move me as thy will until that “I” yields and I sit where you sit. Glory unto thee!
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