Unfinished Thought

In triune harmony, spirit, soul, and body
make up the human person’s very being.
Within the soul, the mind resides
having built for itself a place
with a door that opens and shuts.

It is in this mental closet that thoughts reside
not always in tidy rows or neatly hung
but more often found running wild
and loudly beating at the door
to be loosed into light of day.

Like wine that mulls within its fragrant wooden cask
when flowing freely before its time has come,
thought’s reeking scent wounds the senses
and offends the palate with its taste
since it refused to simply wait.

Or brandished like flaming sword, the rough unfinished thought
may draw a multitude to its brilliant fire;
but the golden flame more often
brings burning pain when received
as enlightenment for the soul.

Copyright  ©  November 21, 2006 by Karen M. Crump