Words Whisper: Understanding People

Words tell; living speaks. Such is the limitation of tongue-based, material language. The life of a man speaks an unspoken language native to those of the living.

Created moments, memories, serve a purpose as reference: either for reminiscence or regret. Likewise, moments made in the moment and realized divert the course action that follows in lieu of knowing what one did right or wrong. Planned moments motivate the actions preceding them with the hope that they will come to fruition. Living creates moments: moments in action silently speak man’s unspoken language; time writes it down, publishing to each
man a personal novel titled Life.

People are not read: they are heard.

A desperately drunk man asked me for my lighter tonight; despairingly, I heard him.

 

Starlight of Siloam: A Little Town Night

Pleasant View’s night sky is a pleasant view, indeed. Stars shine brighter in the sticks and the darkness abroad invites more. Traveling westward from Nashville to the small town dispels both city lights and city-life: distractions. Curiously, the absence of light illuminates my blindness in the presence thereof. You could say that stars, for me, simulate the pool of Siloam.

Jesus benefitted many a blind man; peers questioned the renewed sight of one man in particular. This man proclaimed,

            “The man called Jesus made mud and anointed my eyes and said to me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash’, So, I went and washed and received my sight”

This man washed his eyes, blind, and dried off seeing. Likewise, starlight washes my eyes and illuminates Earth’s beauty. Comparatively, creation’s veil lifts, and her eyes mirror mine. No few nights have I gazed at the heavens and admired her worth, intrinsic and imprinted by her Creator.

That night in Pleasant View, the celestial lights lit the sky and woke my mind. Prior to, I was conscious; thereafter, I was aware.