Thought
A nut, a fruit some milk and bread
Consumed happily with prayer said
Transformed to body benefit reaps
While waking ego dreams and sleeps
Enthroned lord by will and skill
As angels dressed to serve him fill
They make all bodies minds as field
Where His plans become revealed
Limbs, heart and the surging thought
Reveal his love where flow is brought
Gifts graciously accepted, undeserved
To attain the heights for you reserved
Prayer
O Lord cure my impatience; grant that I may catch Your grace in the present moment, welcome Your plans and new blessings. Grant that I may keep my mind on Thee and be ever absorbed in Thee.
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