Seeds

Thoughtlessly used with unthinking abandon…
Carelessly and glibly we consume our full quota of
this precious allowance.
The privilege of words, forgotten and abused.
On and on - we talk,
gabble,
babble
Verbal flux,
unending streaming.
Essence lost in the cacophony of tumbling words.
If words were charged by vowels 
how frugal would we be?
When planting a garden we resist scattering wildly but
carefully plant each seed,
to  flourish and create beauty..
Words are our seeds…
Words to scatter are the wise ones...
Scatter these freely, but never forget
a single word can hold the entire universe
in the centre of our emotions.
We plant then to grow ideas
They have power.
Words can  convey without doubt ,
our feelings,
thoughts ,
desires.
Seek that word.
Find that word.
Use that word,
wisely,
lovingly,
with circumspection,
with sobriety..
It truly  is precious.
To be cherished and prized  
and remembered in its brevity for it wonderful gift
of communion,
fellowship,
accord, 
one with another.
Be that gardener,
Plant that seed!