Today I want to share a poem from Henry Van Dyke called Thoughts Are Things
I hold it true that thoughts are things;
They’re endowed with bodies and breath and wings.
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results, or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds forth to earth’s remotest spot,
Leaving its blessing or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
We build our future, thought by thought,
For good or ill, yet know it not.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose then thy destiny and wait,
For love brings love and hate brings hate.
I think that this poem about sums it up and I don’t know if it could be better said. I’m just sayin’.
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