Weird, aint it.


frittata wrap

frittata wrap (Photo credit: istolethetv)

I really try hard to keep my “weird” wrapped up in words, but it just keeps leaking out.  It must have something to do with the shapes of letters and the necessity of spaces.  Not much is said with “________”.  But less would leak out.

Words


English: Ant and honey.

English: Ant and honey. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Too many words does not a message endear.

Shortness of letters will bring the eye near.

Write them with sugar and the ants have their fill.

Speak of what’s holy and you coat them with dill.

None of “We”


pool

Image by Adam Tinworth via Flickr

Who am I that my words should be known? 

My words are mine alone.

I prattle like a lonely maid

as solitude fills my soul.

Yet if I speak of He who IS

And keep my mind on places His,

My lips add dew to healing’s pool.

Not one exists to fill the role

Of grand acclaim as He.

And every word which fills the heart

Finds source from none of we.