Thought
On Africa’s dry grassland plains
Beasts search above for signs of rains
They yearn for days when holes were filled
They drank and splashed as water spilled
In oceans blue that are glistening from
Dappled light plays of father sun
Warm rays lift mists from seas and select
Pure water gathering clouds to collect
Darkening skies suddenly appear
Soon rumbling and tumbling drops are here
Rapturous quenching in cool nectar clean
As rivers beds fill and grasses turn green
Thought too has its cycle drama play
They too get evaporated the same way
Condensing as scenery and events today
Writing scripts of what you think and say
Let noble sentiments and thoughts arise
Let painful ones meet their demise
Make for all blessing garland flowers
To rain on creatures loving showers
Prayer
O Lord of Mind, when selfish thoughts come to me, fill this mind with generosity and make it an open channel for Your Grace.
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