"Our prayers are answered;
each unspoken thought
And each desire implanted in the mind
Bears its own harvest,
after its own kind;
Who seeks to find
True wisdom shall
assuredly be taught.
But thorns of fate have thorny thoughts behind;
For out of our own hearts our lives are wrought,
Be on thy guard, my soul, lest wind-blown seed
Into the fertile soil of thought should fall
And lodging place within the garden wall
Be given to bitter rue or noxious weed.
Unspoken prayers bear fruitage. Love thoughts call
Forth into being every loving deed.
Idle or earnest, still our prayers are all
Answered according to our inward creed."
-Bonnie Day
