Writing and dreaming
Weaving and screening
Tower of Babel
Is it enough that I speak that which I can understand myself
Does it make sense to speak when no one else can?
Caught in a bubble that will not burst
Why do words mean what they mean?
Would thoughts matter if words don’t?
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was with God
And the Word was God.
Slicing through the static and chaos of colliding waves
Came the pure, true words
‘Let there be…’
Light shone out of darkness,
Life came forth out of nothing,
A breath-filled fistful of clay
Took shape, moved, thought his first thought
Uttered his first word.
I wonder what his first word was…
My daughter’s first meaningful word was ‘Dada’
An imperious command
For her dad to stop in his tracks
And turn to her.
Did Adam cry out ‘Dada?’
Did God stop and smile and whisper,
‘Yes, that’s good!’
By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, and by the breath of his mouth all their host. Ps 33:6