Words come, words go
All over the place……. like snow
Drifting and swirling,……….. light and airy
No meaning to behold
except when they consolidate ………….like ice.
Now they melt with meaning
gleaning, streaming
Their power solidifies, unifies, testifies to their purpose
And just as we hold them preciously in our hands……………….. they melt
Even to become more precious as they are drawn from the well
to quench our thirsts in the heat of summer
Their true purpose is now revealed
as they sustain our…………. very existence.
So celebrate them……. every day
for without them all would be barren and ………dry
Words by R. J. Burgess 2012 (c)
Copyright Burgess 2012 (c) All rights reserved.
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