Briefly I count my words
Like the beads of my prayers;
The best is beauty borne
With the blessing of love.
Regardless of my joy
Or sentiments of mood,
I take small steps to fill
The hearts of all concerned.
Plan with a mind of wealth
But few words, so that
Its terseness leaves ample
The path to steer ahead.
Interest in my work, goal
Like stars in the night, guides
My course - constant, and oh
How smoothly it keeps sail!
Words are more keenly heard
In the pause of silence,
Or when they are counted
Like the beads of my prayers.
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