We do not always control the thoughts that flood our minds, nor the way in which they fly from our minds. They come and they go, how they are used when they are here is up to us, though a properly used word is far more likeable than one carelessly thrown about. Yes, today thoughts fly in and out and around. They resemble the butterflies of summer.
GOD BLESS
Grab a Butterfly Net
Chase not butterflies, but words
That flutter and fly
Attempting to keep well out of reach of me.
Thought drip in,
Then begin to fall like rain,
A flood will quickly come,
But the words laugh and run away.
They are like the giggle of a brook,
Laughter of rain as it dances on leaf and grass
And the water of a lake.
The fly away with wings like butterflies,
From one form they have grown to another,
Like any tiny seed.
How do you catch them with a butterfly net
Or make sense of them when you have?
Almost too random they are,
Fluttering around they seem just mere random words,
But gathered carefully they soon form
The strict form of wondrous thoughts
That floated down from heaven,
Then back up from me.