Words

It is Monday night, 27 April 2020. We are still in the corona virus lock-down. I fell asleep early evening but woke up again about midnight. There was now a drizzling rain outside with a fairly strong wind. I can hear the palm trees swaying back and forth. What a beautiful sound – their slow brush and rustle against the sky and the dignified way in which they always hold their ground.

I started thinking of words, how much I love words. Words have color and words have fiber. These fibers create textures which we gently touch and they conjure up feelings and worlds in us.

Here are some of my favorite textured words:

"The Days of His Presence"
"The time of your visitation"
"They will shine like the brightness of the firmament"
"When skies were pale above white horizons"
"Where does the song resound that we hear from afar"
"The Song of Moses and the Song of the Lamb"
"It is for Your coming that the world has waited"