Thought
O hovering spirit what see thou at dawn?
Fill us with hope as mankind’s so forlorn
“My view was horizon broad of pink awakening hues
The calm and peace were all around and silent voice I heard
The quiet broke along with dawn, as from minarets echoes bid
Come and pray this day; come and pray this day.
Temple bells rang out aloud and shattering shankhas blown
Suddenly retracing sounds that resonate from OM
Come and pray this day; come and pray this day.
Church bells in deep tones chimed to announce the prayer time
Alerting pigeons to flap their wings in praise of God and sing
Come and pray this day; come and pray this day.
I peeped into houses and huts and tents of refugees
And there I saw simple lamps and heard sincerely uttered chants.
These prayers and thoughts vibrated strong
Throughout the three grand worlds
And even in celestial realms, the gods were all entranced
A better world was formed and shaped as angels thronged and danced.”
Prayer
O Lord of constant love, I thank you for the grace of thought and prayer. I know that I have largely wasted these and yet You continue to supply Your very Self as their flow. May we all find precious time to be intensely with Thee.
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