A String Of Thoughts
If all is of mind, then what are we doing?
Physical life, is it worth pursuing?
So discouraging, so immature,
How can mere man, ever endure?
The mind can think in such jubilations,
Creative thoughts giving sensations.
We rush to create, with no time to spare,
No patience displayed; we do not dare.
Take our time, uncertain as it seems,
Let thoughts mature manifesting our dreams.
For surely the timing is part of perfection,
A thing in its time finds no rejection.
Live in the moment, this time is just right,
To be who you are, bring others to light.
Each moment is filled with all that we need,
Sometimes we’re a blossom, sometimes a seed.
The joy is in sharing, however we can
A smile, a hug, or a comforting hand
Give unto others, you’ll surely receive
God’s blessings of Love if you only believe.
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