The Thought Not Taken

Two thoughts emerged on a darkened place

And sorry I could not think both

For one was hidden by indecision

The other by lack of faith

And as I stood stalled a while

Wondering which best to please

Forebode to bare to choose I dare

For this I’m not at ease

Then rapt the thought of less despair

While staring up at vacant air

Seeking out Divine direction

But silence protrudes without deflection

The thought slipped and slid around my floor

Teasing me to chase it more

Laying low, like a prowling cat

Shadowed, where he often sat

But even thoughts on a darkened day

Can glimpse the trodden light

Brightened with a trim of hope

A choice we can incite

There are always two thoughts and often more

Resting by a darkened door

Some thumping in the dead of night

Or early morning sunrise bright

Offering you some seeds to sow

Planting thoughts for you to grow

For the thoughts you see or wish to keep

Are the ones you grow for you to reap