Perfect Plan
Here in the still of quiet morn
I pull in a full chest of dew dipped air.
Then I bring my meandering mind
Back into clear and complete focus.
These are the times when I come
Closest to touching who truly I am.
Thoughts whisper gently to confirm,
Their unheard words, with
Today's uniform harmony of ways.
Thus I pray, for blessing's hand,
Upon all those whom I love
And care, and to every living soul
Who dwells within this world we share.
As I rise to stand, I'm given a silent command,
Which states, "Chance is lent, as life's purposeful mend.
Therefore invest wisely in your greatest gifts.
To profit one must simply offer forth
All their coffer, to reap fully from
This grand, and perfect plan."
I pull in a full chest of dew dipped air.
Then I bring my meandering mind
Back into clear and complete focus.
These are the times when I come
Closest to touching who truly I am.
Thoughts whisper gently to confirm,
Their unheard words, with
Today's uniform harmony of ways.
Thus I pray, for blessing's hand,
Upon all those whom I love
And care, and to every living soul
Who dwells within this world we share.
As I rise to stand, I'm given a silent command,
Which states, "Chance is lent, as life's purposeful mend.
Therefore invest wisely in your greatest gifts.
To profit one must simply offer forth
All their coffer, to reap fully from
This grand, and perfect plan."
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