4 entries categorized "Poetic expression"

I am somebody when I have learned to listen

To be somebody is to listen carefully,

to other people, to their worries and views.

To be somebody is to listen lovingly,

to a little child and a shabby street singer.

To be somebody is to listen wondering,

to the singing bird and the voice of thunder.

To be somebody is to listen intently,

to the sound of nature and the voice of God.

To be somebody is to listen with your eyes,

to see what the Eternal one is saying now.


Words of life proceed

The Word is with God, and the Word is God.

Being word is the very nature of God.

The Word is an integral part of the Divine Being.

He speaks all the time without intermission.

He speaks continuously.

The words that proceed from his mouth

Are full of life and power

For all those who receive them.

God is life, and life proceeds from him

Through the words he speaks.

God is the fountain of life,

An ever flowing source of living water.

Living words drawing us to himself,

Drawing us into a personal relationship with him.

The word of God finds its fullness in the Word,

His own dear Son,

Light of his own light,

Life of his own life.[1]



[1]  John 1:-4; Matthew 4:4


The heart of a friend

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For so swiftly it flew the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong

That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroken;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

Text: H.W. Longfellow