Thoughts Are Things

A Queen at rest, her gift made clear,

An ancient prayer for all to hear.

A map for minds, a guiding light,

To lift the veil and claim the night.

For thoughts are things, and what we sow

Takes root within, begins to grow.

“Thy kingdom come,” the prayer resounds,

A call to realms where truth abounds.

Not distant lands, but worlds within,

Where what we think begins to spin.

For thoughts are things, in whispered prayer,

Lies a truth so vast, so rare.

A kingdom’s birth, both yours and mine,

Where human spark and Law align.

So lift your Chalice, drink what’s true,

The power waits in me and you.

For thoughts are things; through will and grace

We co-create this sacred space.

The Prayer remains, a timeless guide,

Yet lost in noise where secrets hide.

Its words a map, a bridge, a key,

To realms of peace and unity.

For thoughts are things, creation’s spark,

A force to light the deepest dark.

The ancients knew, their gaze was clear,

The pulse of stars, the Law so near.

They whisper still through stone and tree:

“You too can shape reality.”

For thoughts are things, and when believed,

The world reforms, the veil is cleaved.

This is Chalice, veil pulled wide,

Journey within, where truths reside.

Awake, create, let The Law ignite;

For within you burns eternal light

Let “Praise the LAW” and let it ring,

“The Queen is dead, God Save the King”