Thought
Moving on from runway swift
Wings and tail soar and lift
No expectation compass, map
Chest straight and hands on lap
Body and mind are both fit
To journey on from where we sit
Runway built of scenes and more
From mind’s creative memory store
Flying through blue stratosphere
Woolly clouds no longer near
Unblemished like pure infinite
Floating layers below are lit
Delightful vistas made to form
Inward journey to transform
In this game of guiding thought
Steering mind to poise is brought
Prayer
O Lord and guide, I surrender this mind to you that you may pilot its attention to your glories that lead to your effulgent essence. Let us ever bask in the sunshine of your glory.
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