Thoughts Are
Things, and Their Airy
Wings Are
Swifter than Carrier Doves
Ella Wheeler
Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
You never can tell
when you send a word,
Like an arrow shot
from a bow
By an archer blind,
be it cruel or kind,
Just where it may
chance to go.
It may pierce the
breast of your dearest friend.
Tipped with its
poison or balm,
To a stranger’s heart
in life’s great mart,
It may carry its pain
or its calm.
You never can tell
when you do an act
Just what the result
will be;
But with every deed
you are sowing a seed,
Though the harvest
you may not see.
Each kindly act is an
acorn dropped
In God’s productive
soil [1]
You may not know, but
the tree shall grow,
With shelter for
those who toil.
You never can tell
what your thoughts 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 must
create its kind,
And they speed o’er
the track to bring you back
Whatever went out
from your mind.
NOTE:
[1] “God’s productive soil” - Here the word “God” would be of course a
sad misnomer if understood as having a monotheistic meaning. Each Church and
sect manufactures its own “God” for selfish corporative purposes. God is a
worldly tool to justify war,
injustice and theft. In legitimate esoteric philosophy, the word can mean: a) the
collectivity of eternal cosmic Intelligences; b) the universal and sacred Law, impersonally
present in everyone’s heart; c) one’s own higher self and spiritual soul,
united to the eternal law. According to theosophy, no deity is real who can be
used by sects or corporations. (CCA)
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Reproduced from “Custer And Other Poems”, by Ella
Wheeler Wilcox, Copyright 1896, W. B. Conkey Company, Chicago, USA. Available
online. The poem is also published at the February 2016 edition of “The Aquarian Theosophist”, pp. 4-5.
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