we say “I do” – but we don’t
it was written
that the word
became flesh
became man
took form
and shaped
reshaped the form
lived amongst us
it is also written
that we must do
as was done
as the word fleshed
so must we
so when, do tell
so when will our words
become flesh?
when will our words
live amongst us?
through us
in us
for no greater…
has any
than to…
“I love you”
what?
what does that mean?
just words
we hear
lots of them
spun beautifully
we read
feel the glow of their presence
what do you meme?
what is the meme-ing of life?
but we still need
to carry the book
feel compelled
to quote
unquote
because we forget
so immediately
not backed up
with nothing to back it up
except a leather binding
words
letters
thin ink
on thin paper
as shadows
we see a reflection
glance away for a second…
and we are found
having lost our place
in a smoked mirror
we have forgotten
we have lost
our space
we have lost
our face
and the face
of God
