Words Come To Me

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