Living in the land of words
We'd nurture them,
We'd put them out into the yard
When storms were coming
Put them out there 'midst
The marigolds and glads,
The hibiscus and the reeds,
The vines and grass and weeds,
To watch them blossom
In the thunder and the lightning
And the pouring down of life
Or grief.

And when the storm had passed,
We'd marvel at the glisten,
At the sparkle and the bloom,
Listen silently for secrets
Quietly revealed.

Living in the land of words,
We'd scoop them up, we'd pull them up,
We'd hold them close to breast
Move them back into the house,
Where scent and warmth inspired by
An apple cider in the fire
Remind them of a home.

Still, they wait for us
To speak to them,
To speak of them,
As if we are
The uninvited guests.

by soccerfreaks (Joe)