Flowing ordering reverence

The words spill from from me now,

And dance bold and tall.

They seem not to hold a need for ordering,

Content to sit where they first fall.

Yet order emerges,

As patterns tend to be.

Seldom far from life,

And words give life to me.

My learning is to revere the words,

As they become the page,

The power they hold and activate,

Potent as any energic sage.