Sometimes the words I write are things I wish I could say,
But for reasons left undisclosed, I never bring them up.
Perhaps it’s a fear of confrontation. I dislike that the most,
So my blog takes a beating by letting me think it through instead.
I don’t run from a fight, Though I would much rather pick the time and turf
To stand up with advantage that’s all mine,
Thinking on my feet, bobbing and weaving, ducking blows
I’ll find insight into the duel. Come on, words, don’t fail me now.
A long time ago, in a land far from here via the technology curve,
I found I could not prove my verse very well. I always rewrote it every time.
Back then, it was with pen and pencil on paper well stocked.
Today it’s a word-filled screen staring back at me with its single eye.
For a brief moment, I consider those times
The language was slowly thought out before it was written
It took much time to say what you wanted to share
But technology has taken the care of words away
Write them quickly, I do, but spend much time reworking and restating.
The thought may not be clear enough; there’s a better way to say it.
Or the words I used have better success if I change their parameters.
When I speak the words I wrote, it comes from a position of kindness
I want not to shatter the image of life that another holds dear.
Thusly, I write. Words fill the screen. Editing is done in real-time.
I cannot help it. Some can purge their minds with words written before them.
Not me. Those words stay inside so I can reshare them. Written. Spoken.
Bury them for the future. They do have another use.
Words Written But Never Spoken
I imagine a time when it was costly to say words
and have them recorded for the future,
instead of just spoken
and hope they are remembered.
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold In settings of silver.
(Proverbs 25:11 NKJV)
“Oh, that my words were written!
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
That they were engraved on a rock
With an iron pen and lead, forever!
For I know that my Redeemer lives,
And He shall stand at last on the earth;
And after my skin is destroyed, this I know,
That in my flesh I shall see God,
Whom I shall see for myself,
And my eyes shall behold, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!
(Job 19:23-27 NKJV)
The entrance of Your words gives light; It gives understanding to the simple.
(Psalms 119:130 NKJV)