I write,
I cry about what I write.
I struggle with the words,
I can't find them or they don't want to be found.
I think too much,
Or I think too little.
Words are what we live by,
Words are what gives meaning.
Words are what we listen to,
Words are what guide us.
What if there were no words tomorrow?
What would we do?
Would we descend into chaos?
Would we recede into the nothingness?
Words are what inspire us,
Words give meaning to what we can't show.
Even little children use little words,
Even if we don't understand what they are trying to say.
God used words as well.
Did we listen?
Sometimes,
Sometimes we did not.
And guess what?
Now we can't hear him anymore.
He still speaks,
We just chose not to listen.
I write.
I cry about what I write.
Does that make sense to you?
I hope so.
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Enjoyed reading that Jacques. And yes words are elusive - the precise word that conveys what you want is a rare bird indeed.
ReplyDeleteWe are fortunate that God didn't only choose words he also used/uses breath - breathing life into existence at creation and breathing Life into each of us at conversion.
Keith