Mere Words Are Not Enough

Sometimes words are not enough.

So desperate are we to be understood,

So dependent on identity…

It feels like without it, we are nothing.

Sometimes words are not enough.

Offering condolence feels so cliché.

Encouraging might appear condescending.

Our words are likely some overdone chatter.

Sometimes words are not enough.

Contributing to the think tank…

It’s a race to offer the best, the most valuable idea.

Someone is always left feeling like an idiot.

But maybe sometimes MERE words are not enough.

What if expression is exhibited without an audience?

What if kindness and sympathy were unique to the giver?

What if ideas contributed to the collective art and philosophy of God’s image?

Might then our words be enough? Might then we consider ourselves independent of the opinion of others?