OF THOUGHT AND WORD

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JOURNAL #25

ancient

this burden

this life

this quest

liberating

my soul

ideas

everywhere

scandalous sandcastles

upon God's own beach

but impossible

truly

are they

to be destroyed

by his immense tides

never!

as

both are

love givers

these words

(and his tides)

missing not even the smallest nuance

giving food

still

for this fledgling hunger

knawing to the core of such

fragile humanness

grilling the genius of thought

that makes even music itself

stop to listen

knowledge weaves want

and want whispers loudly

in the ear of time itself

why, words possess body

they define this intuition

that gives each individual

the strength to speak out

remember this if nothing else

only questions

(asked with the beloved words I've

spoken of)

give us answers

as words

are the cementings of man

to all his fellow man

and God, the finest tradesman........

(written July 23, 2001 215am)


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