WORD The Loveliest Lines

Words are powerful, can create, can bring life or death

The loveliest lines I can imagine,

Written words

Like the lines of Michelangelo’s Sculptures Created of white marble, Marvelous, words,

Stones, immovable, 

For works of genius. 

How can the hands of mankind Create 

From dense particles of stone

Into lovely forms, the human body?

So too, words from the invisible

Made into beauty . . .Alchemy, 

The written word

Etchings of divinity

Granted to the mortal

Gateway to immortality

Grid of civilization

Avogadro’s number

Electron, numerical technology

Renaissance statues

Painted with fine oil

On satin sheets of gold threaded

Mother boards illuminated 

By light

Thoughts, like mists

Ethereal, Transcription to words

At times, laborious task

But essential.

The flow may be fluid

Like the silken locks of Angels’ hair, At times slow like a rheostat’s Dimming light

New words will arise

From authors’ passions

To describe secret depths 

Translated over chasms of 

What was lost from humanity

Lifting him From the sundry,

And the mire,

Delivering precious content

Invisible cathartic synapse 

For release to transport

Beyond drudgery, 

And brutish earth, lowest plane.

Mere existence otherwise,

Absent mind interface 

And word

More will come

Seasoned craftsmen

Forming even now

And always, due 

Providence 

Yet to be . . . 

To handle words

Like sharpened sword 

Carve reality and see 

A deeper meaning than just to be 

Consult the masters and escape,

Follow them and their like

Read the words . . . 

Aldous Huxley, John Milton, Isaac Asimov, Jack London, 

Inventive handlers of the magic trade

Jules Verne, Descartes, Socrates, 

Di Vince, Christ Countless more . . .

Mix it up, eat the words, 

Masters of written word, 

Use their script, indelible, 

Escape the pillage

Of evil minds who would distain

Plunder libraries to kill the soul

Or persecute the handlers

With threats 

And burn, erase or otherwise destroy 

Force concealment 

Words are hidden in other worlds, 

Minds, some destroyed for evermore, 

Some in Books, plain to see, Some unnoticed, in caves . . . 

Clay pots in desert wastelands, 

Holy scrolls, 

Isaiah’s books

Against all odds, found 

By wandering shepherd boy

Casting stones into a cave 

Words lie hidden far yonder 

Star bleached sands ’round 

Face on Mars, 

Ancient pyramids there,

Long gone mysterious race

Their words await 

Carnarvon’s dazzling discovery

Chinese cuneiform, 

Rosetta stone, hieroglyphics, 

Arabic swirls, algebraic,

Aladdin’s lamp, Hebrew script, 

Torah Cambodian doily, snowflake lines,

Morse code . . . cursive script. Da Vinci mirror codes,

Arthur Clark, Khalil Gibran,

Words wielded as hammer and chisel

To sculpt, shape, break . . . move Mountains of ignorance, fear

Words used softly, As wisps of air, 

Sun’s light on alpine meadow 

Flowing eternity, Love Iron mind from red dust 

Mortal earth, conceived 

Brought to life Tools, inventions, 

Ladles molten iron filled 

Steel, naked 

Fragile human Fleshly arms, fingers bloody,

There stands Porous skin, translucent, 

Flesh and bone, Confronting earth rock

Marvel flesh Word 

Iron submits! 

Schematics of alpha numeric

Dots, tittles, bars and space Reflected to pupil and brain

Seemingly from thin, inspired air 

Skyscrapers, Buoyant iron, Air breathing machine

Submerged, ’neath infinite tonnage

Of salt and water pressure

Flesh, shadowy, in dim lit aisles Plotting, breathing, devising, Thinking Tinkering word 

While others above sleep

Some ride or fly in thin alloyed, Metallic steeds created by power

Of words By word, enemies vanquished, 

Minds stirred Mobilization, imaginative forms, 

Made material 

The meek rose strong, 

Ordinary folk from sleep awoke 

Confident, 

Fought courageously.

Oppressed were liberated and 

Some framed great writs.

Constitutions, holy books,

Laws and legacies birthed 

Set in stone and written in hearts 

Human heritage mixed in blood 

Pen your words authors, poets, 

Scatter seeds, 

Stir imaginations 

Raise those who sleep 

Awake the dead 

Give joy to the sad

Flight to them who cannot walk

Set free the slave

Send love to ones who grieve

Or haven’t hope

In the beginning

Was the Word 

And the Word was made flesh

All things were made 

By the Word, the Visible and invisible

The Word spoke: “Let there be Light!”