In the heart of every baby,
Lives a thought that cannot die.
Thought tells it where it’s going,
And shows the reasons why.
Thought calls in every gift,
And installs each, well defined,
With knowledge and the Spirit,
Fulfilling needs of every kind.
From conception to reception, into existential womb,
To remediation of the soul, opening exits from the tomb,
Thought, from the beginning, through spin of space and time,
Sprouts us seedlings unending, upward in heaven climb,
Showing that, once in being, all is not but strife,
Through this one thought born within;
Love is Life.
(c) 2014 by Roger w. Bodo – All rights reserved