On wings from fairies, float these wholesome thoughts,
from blessed books, and bottles frozen from,
the fridge that freezes quicker than it ought,
I slowly wait, my mind must now be thawed.
Ideas too often carried on in haste,
though, "fast" ain't wrong, it's slowliness that has,
a wholesomeness, it chews enough to taste.
I hope that I can slow down to a pace,
to hold with hands that carry kinder thoughts,
which have been stilled, and can be trusted in.
The head must be a precious place, for sure,
I'll never treat it like a garbage bin.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteAmen.
That be true
For me too!
The third read
At slow speed
Let more thaw.