Thought
White and soft cold the snow
Flakes of crystals wind to blow
Layering carpets beauty seize
Thickly on the ground and trees
White tablecloth on mountain side
How did such scenic forms arrive?
Laying there with pressure down
Seeming dead but stands reborn
As water trickling melted adjusts
As steam reborn it upward thrusts
While forms change spirit stays
Amidst changing moulded ways
True, God as soul unborn remains
May move as man and suffer pains
But climbing free to Cosmic Mind
Can beam thoughts of a playful kind
With peace and love, seconds charge
In greater force than pains at large
All subtle waves of Divine Grace
Take rebirth as a World of Peace
Prayer
O Lord thank you for Thy cloth of white reminding me of purity. Thy changing forms allow me to see Thy unborn Self in all I see. Grant that I may always climb to Thee and beam good thoughts to be carried by Thy angels that they may be reborn as a world of peace.
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