An intimate gift
A holy gift
From the Word
Through the words
By our words
We are invited
To climb into someone else’s soul
To think their thoughts alongside them
To see through their eyes
To feel with their heart
To imagine their imaginations
And dream their dreams
Such is the sacred power of words.
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And yet we live in World
Deaf to words
And blind to the Word
Because we spew words frantically and frenetically
We fire them like bullets to slay our enemies
We use words to lure and trap and ensnare
We prostitute our words
We whore them out for power and praise
We use them to manipulate and infiltrate
And desecrate
The Temple of the Soul
Using our many many many words
For anything
For everything
Except communication and communion
Our use of words is to the Gift of the Word
What pornography is to the Marriage Bed.
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Words are a gift
Words are a weapon
Words are a tool
Words are a lure
Words can be signposts
Pointing to the creative Word of Love and Light
Or they can be directions
Leading us to the depths of Hell
So take care how you use them.
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A poem on the occasion
Of my 500th post to this blog
May my words be part of the solution
And not part of the problem
