Poem

Poem – The Love of Words

I love words

I love to taste them when I read,

to play with them when I write,

to see them in the simplest of things

and to hear them in the loudest of things

I love the smell of them, each word spelling out a different fragrance

I love the touch and feel of my pen as it like instruments in an orchestra produces a masterpiece of harmonies and melodies, a true splash of music on a page

I love how words can speak what lips simply cannot

I love how words remind us that HE is always enough

I love how words are not always written or spoken but painted in the silence and in the in-between

Mostly, I love words because although to another, they may just be pointless, useless things. To me, they are the Tongue in which ABBA FATHER speaks to me, the language that HE has given me and the fountain that HE has poured over me.

It is true that words hold the power of life and death but they were set in my soul to spark fireworks of hope in the nations and children of YAH.

Forever will I use them to HIS Glory!