Thursday, August 02, 2007
Words #7
There are no new words. They have all been used, tainted by association. Stained. Even when a word is innocent, we twist it somehow. It's all about context, they say – if text is king, context is queen. To give a word hope, we must put it in a context of inspiration and encouragement.
Words hurt. They break, not sticks or stones, but hearts. Emotions. Psyches. Words flow out and we heed them not. They're only words
Words have power. One can make a man dance; another can make him weep. We cannot escape these utterances from out mouths. Ears are the two orifices that don't close and cannot be plugged easily. Sounds leak into our brains unnoticeably. What you say will come back to you.
I am not trying to be didactic– you know all of this already. But I come armed with words, like so many arrows, flaming or otherwise, to shoot your mind with. Give me the right context to fire hope into your soul.
Words hurt. They break, not sticks or stones, but hearts. Emotions. Psyches. Words flow out and we heed them not. They're only words
Words have power. One can make a man dance; another can make him weep. We cannot escape these utterances from out mouths. Ears are the two orifices that don't close and cannot be plugged easily. Sounds leak into our brains unnoticeably. What you say will come back to you.
I am not trying to be didactic– you know all of this already. But I come armed with words, like so many arrows, flaming or otherwise, to shoot your mind with. Give me the right context to fire hope into your soul.
