Theos-Talk Archives (August 1995 Message tl00122)

I have been a bit silent on the list lately. Mostly reading and
responding to e-mail but I thought I would like to share with
fellow Theosophists a confession concerning words. I am not
suggesting anyone is misusing words only that I struggle as a
"word child".

Misused Words: The Confession of A Word Child

I can't pour out my soulful feelings. So my words, creative
substitutes have to suffice. The same overwhelming emotion goes
into my words that comes out of moist eyes. That same tide of
emotion beleaguers them into expression. Words are both clear
and concise and easily misconstrued. They conceal as much as
they reveal.

The gift of joy torn tears is a superior heart language to all my
words. But this gift has not as yet been given and is beyond the
grace received. Understand when my awkward, halting words, even
on the most mundane subjects, stumble from my pen and mouth -
that they are trying to carry too much, having reached their
limit exhausted. Word weary, I yearn for the medicine of
interchange. The word child, so independent and strong, desires
accepting unity. Instead of acknowledging that, my words play
tricks and spin their themes and ideas in a calcified key.

Requested love, the wordless subtext, is afraid to be sentenced
and settles for eloquent babble. Bubble words take their
unsatisfied bow instead of risking the hope of Grace. I would
like to but can't bring myself to place a moratorium on words
like these. Word famished I await Spirit's gift of love.