Thought
I dreamt that I was high in flight
The sea on left the cliffs on right
I felt swift angels lent me wings
So I could do inspiring things
Light as feather on the breeze
Floating free with gliding ease
Voice heard “go forth my child”
Be destined for the Emerald Isle
When everywhere the signs say “Go”
Don’t hesitate with movement slow
Divine urge impels the inner man
Clears paths ahead for greater plan
Prayer
O Lord, when my will is done it results in hurt and pain; but when my will aligns with yours, I see how things unfold easily. May I listen more intensely to your voice of wisdom over my foolish protests.