Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Hidden Harbinger




What is thought?
This master of moments
Begging and pleading and spurring us on
Thought cannot scale
Life’s hills or its mountains
It cannot lead by its sheer force alone
But oh, if we follow
One foot then the other
Thought will instruct where we choose to begin
For never an action
Have we undertaken
That first did not pass through this chamber within

What is thought?
This infinite ocean
Of mystery cradled in ivory cell
What is hope's precursor
This harbinger of action
Making public the pondering that words do not tell?
Dare we assume
That our thought remains secret
Or should we carefully consider its due?
For sooner or later
It spills into being
As action brings thought-life into full view

© Janet Martin





No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.