Two worlds we see but but chose not to acknowledge
One of truth and one of impression
One of the mind and one of tongue
The uncomfortable truth that we are not who we say

Wood does not become a chair through words but by labor
Grain does not become bread by command but by task
And neither does a man care by claiming to

A word is only moving air
Its impact negligible
Its significance alone, nothing
Its use, only to remind of something once done

One lie is told most of all from day to day by us all
The lie, the word, the essence of what has been but was lost
This is love
No other word has the potential to mean so much
Yet is used without depth or meaning

A tool of deception
A tool of control
The carpenter is one who wishes for what once was
The buyer a creature blinded by hope

To instead act in love without the word
Truly if the bond is real neither will seek an empty promise
But instead will look in awe of the truth that is shared

Reality is can be seen easily in silence
But is distorted by well intended lies
Emotions invoked by words help us believe what we want
Instead of what see to be truth
We hide behind a curtain of denial