Words are what separate us
But words are what join us, in our joyful goings-on;
In our languages of living we
Allow the plurality of our words to intrude upon joy.
Words hold within ‘her’ magic,
Words she chooses to hide in plain sight;
In our languages of separation we
Allow the ego of our thought words to inflame meaning.
Words allude to a known understanding,
But words lacking acceptance, in her love, remain hollow;
In our languages of joining some can see
And hear and speak her truth, from our trusting goings-on.
Words are what separate us,
Words are what join us, in our joyful goings on;
In the poet’s language we find her
And from their depth of pain come words of beauty.
Words are what join all poets,
But words of love, spoken with their separate voices,
A language that speaks in our words of
Her eternal presence, found in her words of love.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) The Poetry of Life: Seeing Again. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. WORDS SHAPE THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE. Page Number 12.