Language

Language

Words I fall into you
You take me and free me,
You are my secret passion
My damsel in distress,
If only I could have more of you
If only I was better with you,
For in you is the power
The power to truly change;
Image life with no words
All thinking annihilated
All love inconceivable
All worship impossible;
Is not language a divine gift?
An unmerited gift of the ‘I AM’
As a means to the One;
But are you not sweet within yourself?
Or do I love you only for what you gain me?
No, to acknowledge your sweetness
Is to acknowledge thy source
So, in my love for thee
Do I not love the Giver of you all the more?
But, what a double edged sword
For words can be sweet but also poison
And perhaps there are more poisonous collections than all;
You sweet word, are not to blame
And on no ground is thy source,
For you are gift
A high and exalted gift
And it is beastly man that has corrupted you
Used you as a perverse tool in his ways
He walks on you but rarely thinks of you
Or the majesty of thy Giver,
Not me, my sweet words
I will use you carefully
I shall study thee
And above all, thy Giver’s Word
For by it eternity shall rest;
I but an arrow
Thee but the beautiful means
And the Source…well He is the source.