My Thoughts Are With You

Spare me a prayer to your lord,
By voice, letter or song and cord,

Think of me over breakfast,
Please, be my generous guest,

Send out those electric pulses,
Your positive thoughts and impulses,

They will release all our burdens,
Setting free pain from it's pen,
Despite it never touching me,
How does it work? How can it be?
Why not just give me a hug?
Or some sort of personalised mug?
At least that is material,
Accountable and feasible?

It is a funny thing, how I say,
My thoughts are with you on this day,
But those thoughts help, don't they?
To help you through struggles some way,
Bizarre, I think and ponder,
Of how thoughts can be sent yonder,
But then I know, it's a gesture of kindness,
When you instruct upon God to bless,
And require protons to spin to me,
But I am grateful, so I'll just let it be.