Steaming locomotive painted
black like the smoke it was blowin’,
that train of thought gathered too much
momentum. Unable to stop, it ran
over another bound with her own
chain of thought.
Finally, brothers and sisters,
whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable—
if anything is excellent
or praiseworthy—
think about such things.
(Philippians 4:8)
(This poem was inspired by this one here.)
Is it not seeing life in motion
when words become part of a person
and expressed in a new way
and they become part of another person
to be expressed in a new way…etc…
words are with us
for a moment
and then they move on
thoughts become words
words are shared
echos of life touched