WORDS

How do we use words
when our world is turned
upside down?
Do they even make sense
when they escape
from the depths
of unconsciousness?
Do they even sound right
when they blurt out
of our mouths -
like a child first learning
to play the clarinet?
And what happens
when words fall like rain
on the page lying in front of us?
Do they heal like a band-aid,
and stop the pain
from gushing out;
or do they leave a stain
that penetrates to the core
of our very heart?
Words -
they are the author
of every thought.
They write a story
and they express a plot.
And the funny thing is this -
They can be expressed
from all kinds
of different perspectives;
and they can quickly change
depending on someone’s mood,
or what is reported by the news.
Yet, we are still held
accountable
for all of them -
even the ones not written
that run through our heads.
Every word
that is thought or said;
every word
expressed quietly, or out loud,
has an implication
on our ourselves,
or someone else.
All of them,
whether yelled
or running over and over again;
ruminating
according to
their own story lines -
they all have impact
on what our next action is.
And it all can change -
on the drop of a dime -
depending on our mood,
or something else that has happened,
or said!
Distracted, or disgusted-
We can shift quickly -
to a new sub-heading.
At any time
we can change our minds
on what we focus on.
Perhaps their is something
more appealing to look at.
Perhaps there is a different way
to phrase that?
We can even see in pictures
if we choose to.
We can create an image
of how we think or how we feel.
And our description can be based
in both fact and fiction!
The imagination is totally God-given!
Creation -
an extension of a thought.
A branch -
extending from a tree of love,
or hate.
Rooted in the Creators mind,
and constantly evaluated.
Judged whether it is good,
or not.
Coated with the emotion
attached to it.
Loved and told it is good.
Hated - it has been misrepresented.
Stunned - by all that has been done.
Beauty promoted,
waste rejected.
Rested - totally settled.
Peace has finally come -
no more words are filling my head!
Music without lyrics
plays like a harp.
Quenching the troubled soul -
Like Saul and David.
A calming to the soul
after a great credenza
is really all that anyone
could hope for.
Maranatha
Lord, Come