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.


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