I was born dragging a foot still in my last world.  When asked for volunteers, my hand went up.   Not a walk in the park has it been.  And with the events of this past Saturday, all the words have been said by the important voices.    I have reached as high as I could and still be anchored to my commitments.  Today I gave thought to a post as a lover of words and the sacred journey each word carries with our intent.  I embrace the words, hopefully to your embrace.

THE WORD IS GOD . . .

In the beginning was the word
destined to touch the mind of man.
But the prevailing Spirit in its wisdom saw fit
to encumber each with the power to discern.

Meanings floated into space,
shaping themselves to fit the receiving mind.
Reaching their destination,
their shape changed to fit the owner.

Such turbulence!  Such uneasiness!
Albeit because the word had taken life and risen
to meet the heart’s need.
The speaker’s heart had taken its intent
and placed upon the Ethers the  heart’s desire.
It gathered cadence as it rode
to meet the receiver’s prejudice.

The sender’s intent lay silent, lost.
The heavens only acknowledged
its primordial meaning.
Can it be said in truth
that the word be god?
It is.
For within its power to create
it moves with desperation to voice feelings,
to give breath to visions and to heal.

The word created creatures and dynasties,
wars and rebellions, held peace in abeyance
and brought us to life.

So speak sofly when speaking.
Words carry the weight of the heart
with intent to topple empires
and worlds and men.
In the catalytic movement
of the word,  the world’s heart beats,
years are gifted
and man’s future secured.

It is all we have.