Kernels

It can feel  hard to show up in the world with words these days. 

The podium is infinite but there is rarely enough room. 

The collective word is mean and mindless; smarter and funnier; demanding and deaf. 

Heartfelt words are tossed in a giant sea of thought, lost kernels of sand, drowning. 

Words that once were a deep and delightful filling of air into lungs

Now just swim through frantic brain cells, a slow suffocation. 

Because what’s the point?

But less hurt is felt by souls who put words on paper where they belong. 

If only to remember, over and over again, with every word, 

“I am here solely because of the original Word, 

who has always been, resting in every kernel of sand,

luring each to shore with unbounded yet singular love.”