House of Words
I fill my home with words - on windows, walls, microwave, fridge and oven. Volumes full of words arranged on shelves form libraries of verbiage to plow up in search of some novel nugget - to turn slowly in the polishing chamber of the mind. No room shall lack them - words tucked in hidden places, Not the least: bathrooms, where one might flee for solitude and reflection. Words here will not be meaningless - lifeless chatter to fill empty spaces... floating around us merely with their wisdom and wit - Much more than arrangements of letters and words: Grace, love and joy spill from crevices, catching the eye, and maybe the soul unaware; Prompting a thought yet unthought - An impulse not quite begun. For those with ears to hear, eyes to see, and hearts ready to receive the seeds of truth will sit and wait - Beckon in their silence To all who enter.