On Thunder & Power

Whence come tyrants, oppressors and despots,
castles, aristocracies, and upper classes?
Where of the earth comes this power
When none, more than another, knows what the thunder says?

Strong Language

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Touchstone Tuesday – Poem IV

It is, somehow, of great pride
and of stark vulnerability
to write.

Strong Language

 

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Holiness

Sure, we’re all holy

(from the neck up)

 

aren’t we?

Strong Language

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Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem IV

Lo, but if we exchanged in commerce
with kindness as currency
and commensurate compassion,
then – and only then –

would wealth be something of honor.

Strong Language

 

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On Possession

I said she was mine
and he was mine.
They were mine.
And I swallowed them whole,
cherishing the explosive flavor of control.

Then, He came,
and pulled them from my throat.
He told me they were His.
They were all His.

But he didn’t devour them.
What kind of revolution is this?

Strong Language

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Firestone Friday – Poem IV

When I sigh, heavily, in the morning,
my lungs breathe your name.

As my legs stand,
my joints ache your pain.

While I work and I toil,
my back lifts your blame.

When I sigh, heavily, at dusk,
my lungs breathe your name.

Strong Language

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Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem III

Praise to poetry
for expression,
for its cure to depression —
for the wild thoughts it raises
for its universal phrases –

for culture and for flavor
for being a mental place saver —
for fervor and reflection
for emotional resurrection.

Strong Language

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Firestone Friday – Poem III

The poor cry out;
we close our doors for the noise.

The poor plead;
we slam our windows for the sound.

The poor hope for relief;
we clasp our hearts for the burden.

The poor die.
They should have said something.

 

Strong Language

 

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You Can’t Spell ‘Sword’ Without ‘Word’

In our daily lives, we speak loosely, swaying effortlessly in and out of dialects. Our mouths are filled with colloquialisms, slang, humor, and hoards of other speech patterns that make our language seem indirect or common. This is a beautiful reflection of our adaptability — that we can formulate different speech at work, at home, with friends, and even at certain venues. It can, however, allow us to forget that, within this overwhelming wealth of words, all power is hidden.

It is empowering to remember that words create and recreate the world. Armies march at spoken command. Societies operate on the foundations of written law. The beginning of a friendship, the end of a marriage, a religious conversion, and the formation or the fall of a government can all happen at the spur of words. For good or for evil, words transform our lives.

Words are inevitable, undeniable, and unrivaled pathways for knowledge, inspiration, transformation, and, in a ‘word,’ power. How easily we overlook the electrifying potential we all have in our capacity to create words and, thereby, affect minds. Language is so robust that it often trounces reality; what matters is not the truth, but what we believe to be the truth, and that ‘truth’ is delivered through words.

This fills my mind as I read another article about another tragedy. And I am struck, like most readers, with a feeling of staunch helplessness, until I discipline my mind to recall the great power we all have to give life to good in direct response to evil. As long as we can create words, we can change minds. As long as we can change minds, we can change behavior. And, as long as we still have the opportunity to change behavior, we can change it all.