Every day
You pick
Your own bouquet,
Weeds
That plant
The seeds
Of misery,
Or flowers
Of kindness
And hope.
Filling your mind
With bouquets of weeds
Only succeeds
In making you miserable.
Everyday
Gather good thoughts
Into a fragrant
And beautiful bouquet
Of inner peace
And make it
The centerpiece
Of your mind.
In a balanced bouquet
All the flowers
Contribute to the beauty.
One big sunflower,
Towering over a crowd
Of little pansies,
Is an ineffective way
To make a bouquet.
May all God’s people
Be allowed to share
The beauty of their testimony
When the body of Christ
Gathers in His name.
Free Gas For Your Think Tank (A blog to jog your mind and unclog your heart . . .) 