When I’m missing grandma and want to feel her presence, I open her box of clippings for a glimpse of her heart. Among the booklets of prayer, meditation, poetry, and inspiration, I hear her through words of encouragement, relevant words.
Thoughts, found in a tiny book of poems, is one of my favorites.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
You never can tell what a thought will do
In bringing you hate or love;
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe,
Each thing creates its kind,
And they speed o’er the track to bring you back
Whatever went out from your mind.
Thoughts are things.
The type of energy we project–good or bad–comes back.
Do you agree?