I Dream in Words

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.   John 1:1-5

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.   John 1:14

I dream in words;

multi-colored,

multi-layered,

red, white and blue,

star spangled bannered;

words that cut,

words that whisper,

bold and beautiful,

bright and shining,

melting like candy,

dripping like honey,

flowing like a river,

on its way to the sea;

pouring down like rain,

a delightful deluge,

nourishing,

replenishing,

giving life where

there is none,

providing hope,

speaking mysteries,

hidden since the foundation

of the world,

running from the day,

disappearing into the

night,

smooth and cool,

fresh and light,

a precious gift,

tucked safely within

this secret hiding place,

like fine pearls,

or dazzling diamonds,

living,

breathing,

pulsing,

everyday a little closer,

everyday a little further,

just a little more,

just another taste;

I dream in words.

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