Do not dazzle me
With fine words.
For they are empty,
Sloughed off shells–
Do not sernade me
With silver-lipped songs.
For I hear not
You angel tongues–
But woo me
With your whisper
Raw and soul filled
This I hear–
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Today, we celebrate the National Day of Prayer. I pray in poetry–the only way, I know how. May our words be clothed in grace and practiced in love.
My hands must touch the words.
Your words inked out on gossamer thin paper.
The vast whiteness of page, filled with You, the Word.
Yet, the more I touch these words–paper and ink–
The less I feel You, the Word, the Word of Glory.
Perhaps, You couldn’t live in the abstract words either,
And You broke free from the prison page.
Clothed in human hands and feet–to mingle and live
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Fingers trace a square
In the dust.
Squatting in the middle, I wait.
You fling a flurry
Of poisoned barbed words.
Silence– I refuse to answer,
Except for my trowel, mortar, bricks.
Slowly, my shield rises up
From bone dry earth.
Higher, higher, I build this perfect room
To keep you out.
But I never intended
To wall myself inside
This prison tomb.
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As a writer, I am always curious how people use and define words. We know that words have more than a simple Webster’s definition because connotations add such depth, richness, loveliness to what could be a rather dry, dead language…Hello, Latin….oh, wait you have been in the dead language graveyard for awhile.
So, today, I would like to hear how you define this word……
I will post my definition in an upcoming post this week. But today, it is your turn to define