In the beginning was the word
and the word was always the word spoken
and the word that leaves the heart.
In the beginning—which really just means
a very long time ago—the word was spoken
and someone bothered to write it down.
Then it was only a word that had left the heart.
It was there, on the page, looking back at us
speaking without speaking at all.
All it took was someone to come along
and say Yes, this is what it means, look!
This is how the heart must be on the inside.
R. Charboneau
Artwork – Van Gogh – Farmer Sitting at the Fireside and Reading (1881)
A clever thought on words. Well written. Hope to see more from you. 😀
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Thank you sir! I really appreciate the kind words.
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you are welcome. 😀
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Hallelujah, the Gospel according to Charboneau! This is so much better than going to church. It’s truly amazing and awe-inspiring what power words can hold. They’re metaphors and symbols, and yet we’ve made them part of us.
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Thanks Gabriela! It’s very true, words are as intimate as our thoughts, and as universal as our culture.
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‘this is how the heart must be on the inside’ 😭 looove that
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Thank you Elizabeth!
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