Light and Truth and Life

the candle feeds the flame

A candle is melting into nothing–

wax becoming air and wick becoming

singed

and maybe becoming air, too.

And what is air, really,

other than a way for us to describe

all the space that is around us

that we don’t really know the contents of

unless we deliberately hone in

with measuring instruments?

The candle still burns brightly.

And what is god, really,

other than a way for us to describe

all the power that is around us

that we don’t really know the face of

unless we deliberately hone in

with our thoughts and our breath?

There is a small amount of wax left.

And what is truth really

other than a way for us to describe

all the fervor that is around us

that we don’t really know the meaning of

unless we hone in

with the best of intentions

and a willingness to be wrong?

The wick runs out and the flame ceases.


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Your Words Have Meaning, Dear

Sometimes, such words warrant war

Syllables spill from ludicrous lips
as vowels litter the terra firma
and consonants are crushed
by a careless creator.
These phrases that thoughtlessly tumble
from mind to mouth to ground
contain cruelties
that the unthinking speaker
never even knew.

Sometimes, such words warrant war;
other times, they solicit sadness.
In any case, this vapid verbiage
can hurt hearts,
slice open souls,
and render ribs to wretched weeping.
Unintentional though it may be,
these unmeaning messages
still hold sway
over the ears and hearts
that hear them.

The next time that a thoughtless thought
threatens to leave your lips,
remember, friend,
with language, kindness is king,
so before opening your mouth to say anything,
please know that your words have meaning.



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This week, I would simply like to offer the suggestion to check out two of my favorite poets who I follow on Instagram. The first is M. G. Hughes who writes simple yet elegant poems, usually touching on nature or other aesthetic observations she has made. The second poet is Boomie Bol who I just realized (and I feel silly for not checking until writing this) also has a WordPress blog where she posts her gorgeous poems about her experiences. I hope that you will take the time to check out both of their works because they have been so inspiring to me!

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