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.
Artwork – Van Gogh – Farmer Sitting at the Fireside and Reading (1881)