The Words We Weave

"Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought of the unthinking." ~~ John Maynard Keynes

Sunday, January 19, 2014

January 19

Posted by Jennifer at 8:54 PM

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Sharon CreechJanuary 20, 2014 at 4:40 PM
What? Ice? Plant? Orb thingy? Whatever it is, it's purty.
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JenniferJanuary 20, 2014 at 9:26 PM
Chihuly sculpture at MFA. :)
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Words We Say

Courage
~~~Naomi Shihab Nye

A word must
travel through
a tongue and teeth
and wide air
to get there.
A word has
tough skin.

To be let in,
a word must slide
and sneak
and spin into the tunnel
of the ear.

What's to fear?
Everything.
But a word
is brave.

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The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~~Mary Oliver

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day. ~~Emily Dickenson