Thought
Primeval murmurs past belong
Shimmering strings urge along
Struggling hard to surface break
In midst of heaven’s fire partake
Martial drums - trumpet calls
Joy and Triumph filling halls
Relieved to be recipient wise
On crested lap to hear reprise
Live and learn attribute thought
To flowing grace of wisdom taught
Refined and cultured with no airs
But the humble gait of one who cares
Prayer
O Lord, every thought is borrowed from Thy poured grace. Grant me the strength and wisdom to direct it with the same graceful beauty that belongs to Thee.