Some thoughts held close, ever so near; <br />others quite distant, not nearly as dear; <br />Some locked forgotten, safely away, <br />to be treasured or feared, on some other day. <br /> <br />Others loosed and carried on high, <br />A child's balloon lost to the sky! <br />And as they bare such a painful cost, <br />these as such are so gladly lost. <br /> <br />But of all that I've known, <br />and clearest do see, <br />the most precious of all, <br />are my thoughts of Thee. <br />Oh those grand thoughts of Thee!<br /><br />walt martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-and-janice/
