The written word
The spoken word
What are the differences, where are the similarities?
When I write, I hope what I hear, what my soul feels, makes it to paper
When I speak, it’s not I who speaks but the very words themselves birthed through me take their first breath as your ears complete and witness the labor pains.
Do I have faith? Can I trust that those deep truths, our shared human experience, those bits and pieces of humanity that no word can hold, no mouth can utter, do I believe in YOUR spirit, that when we connect whether in sight, sound, or rather somewhere just below the surface, do I believe that you will hear what I hear?
I don’t know
I don’t know.
I know you hear it too.
Close your eyes and see, open your mind and soar on wings crafted ages ago for giants.
We’ve all heard of this boy who once slew a giant
We’ve all heard of a lamb who slew a dragon.
We know these stories, yet what is their origin, who gave them birth?
Our stories, our lives, our restraint, they speak louder than, they speak softer than,
They speak, and when we tell our stories,
As we let our ideas take flight,
Our stories, our stories of love and loss, hurt pain and healing, our lives.
Somewhere it is written that the comfort we ourselves received, we share with others,
Our lives reflect the loss of humanity and the assumption of deity
With these words I leave you, with these words I give you hope,
Write EVERY down, write every day down, and watch our miraculous, glorious future arise
by Richard Cassidy