words. words. words. Word.

to children of dust and breath;

to the sons and daughers

of the four corners of earth:

words toss us back

and toss us forth

often they leave bodies broken;

and hearts torn asunder

never to recover

we make ourselves subjects to them:

a king and his serfs

a master and his slaves

how long will they oppress us?

words from friend, family, and foe 

remain in the deepest chamber of our hearts;

they lie in silent anticipation

waiting to pounce on the

insecurities of waking warriors . . .

behold what was written long ago:

good words existed in the beginning

hate.rebellion.perversity and insurrection:

evil words were given existence

and all was surely lost.

but then,

words that were once good

words that were once timeless

have been spoken into a timely Word

words that were once too good to be true

have been made reality by the Word

justice. grace. truth. 

beauty. mercy. 

goodness. love. 

woven intricately in palpability,

existing all together in one Form,

residing perfectly in one Word

and with unsurmountable might,

evil words were tread underfoot

they were crushed forever

when we let go of corrupted words,

something mends in a broken heart

when we let go of shameful words,

something awakens in a dead life 

                        

to children of dust and breath;

to the sons and daughters

of the four corners of the earth:

you were not meant for these weak words,

but for the one Word

that embodies all words

that are faithful and true.