Word – Boutman

“In the beginning was the Word…”
John, 1, 1
“When you see ‘the abomination that causes
desolation’ standing where it does not belong
– let the reader understand- flee to the mountains.”
Mark, 13, 14

Some words are leaves, they grow, they whither,
then they fall to merge with soil only to feed
again what by some long forgotten wind was
destined at first sight to vanish and never to
return, some words are mountain winds, they
travel, they vaporize and merge with clouds,
and when the oceans call, they become rain
to feed the rolling waves that with a mighty
roar deliver treasure to the waiting reapers on
forgotten shores, some words are tears, they
flow, they testify, they merge with silence only
to feed the hunger of a deeper craving, they are
the vessels of forgotten fleets that in forgotten
ports wait for the wingmen to return their due,
some words are windows opening, while others
then are closing doors, some are the swords
which on forgotten battlefields are left, their
shimmering blades making the rising sun turn
red, but most of all, whatever they may be,
all words eventually shall by The Writer be
reclaimed and then each one of them shall have
to take the stand, each one of them shall be
confronted with the verdict of its Maker,
stripped from all meaning, naked, eye to Eye,
as well remembered as forgotten ones are heard,
and Paradise shall be the reward for those believing
in the final revelation of the Promised Word.