Why Words are not enough

If words were enough

then wordsmiths could architect the world

and we'd have paradise or hell

abundance or poverty,...

 

...all based on a poet's heart.

Imagine greenery based on a prophet's dream

Imagine, utopia on a preacher's scheme

If only we could hear such voices with our inner ear.

Would that bring joy or would it be a thing to fear?

 

If only we could hear

the meaning inside a mother's tear

Would we find a way to stop our wars?

Would we stop stomping on the weak among us?

 

Imagine if cathedrals could grow

seeded by a a preachers sermon

What mighty edifices we could see.

If only words could set us free.

 

But our hearts are deaf and dumb

And our ears are cloyingly numb.

We only hear what we want to hear

and we ignore, even what our prophets preach

 

preferring false prophets to the truth

Many preferring the genocide of a Joshua

To the quiet love of Ruth

When we hear the truth, we stone the prophet.

When we hear their lies, we elevate them to a dais.

 

So it's a good thing our words can't build things of themselves

Or we'd raise prisons with our hatred

And drive staves in each other's hearts.

And half baked ideas would raise Golden idols that cannot long stand.

For we speak a long time before we understand.

 

...and that is why words....

...are not enough my dear.

Christopher H. Holte, not sure when I wrote it. but I'm publishing it today 2/17/2015