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Words come to me, from high above
I know not from where and when
They flow through me like a summer breeze
An invisible sort of Zen.

They are a cherished gift from high above
A flickering candle in the wind
To be seized on in that moment
Or to never be seen or heard from again
 
Words come to me
I know not from where
They come unheralded and unbidden.
I don't know why they have sought me out
Are they from Angels or are they from Demons?

Why do these words choose to seek me out?
Why do they come to me in this way?
Are they of their own mind and powers
Or is it "I" that have something to say?

Over the years, I have been so very blessed
By these many words that have appeared to me in this way
These words have been welcomed glimpses
Of the thoughts that pass through my mind each and every day.

And so I think and wonder
I sit quietly and pray
That these words will never leave me
That they will continue to come to me and stay.

I pray that my mind will always be
Open to think and to receive
Ideas and thoughts that only I can think
Words with which Poetry I can conceive.

Words with which I can string together something beautiful
As with Pearls and a needle and thread.
Words that I can use to build upon
Words that I can dream upon in my bed.

Beautiful thoughts of my emotions and ideals
Beautiful words to be remembered and said.
Beautiful words to be constructed into Poetry
Beautiful words to be read, shared  and felt.


(December 26,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

 (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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