Words…
The fun tools that they are.
What can I say? I sit, write and rhyme all day.
Do the words have any meaning? Is there value in the swipe of this pen?
Should they tell of where I’m going or reminisce about where I’ve been?
Our Lord knows these stories long before they’re new and long after they’re old.
So what is the importance of anything told?
Can relations be the cause of all this chatter without pause?
Words are tools for knowing.
They’re written and read most often when it’s snowing.
Soon it will be spring!
Lake boats will be shipped.
Pattle boats will be rowing.
Soil rows will be ripped and prepared for the sowing.
Words may then be spoken perhaps more than read.
The sunlight hours are longer.
People are outside and active instead of home, warm in bed.
Words have power whether written or read.
The lights came on because with words God said!
Reading and writing is massive energy in the head.
To speak and sing is to know you’re not dead,
or lying silently, comfy and warm sheltered safely in bed;
with far, far too many words swirling round in the head.
