'Energy' Poem by Linda Winchell

I'm pulling energy out of the air today
going down roads less traveled.
In somekind of mysterious and angelic way
that was at one time so unraveled.

It flows right out my finger tips
getting them quickly down to type onto paper
As if I am on some secret mission it seems
some spy like double-o-seven movie caper!

The words of energy are all around me
they are bombarding my every minute.
I seem to be living them out in a dream
and I am the main character in it!

I hope this surge never stops to flow
for the moments energy I have found.
And thank the energy God's above
for all this energy of words now bound.