Tuesday, February 21, 2017


Sometimes words spill rapidly,
Like water tumbling over each other
To cascade down a waterfall 
With thoughts and ideas to stimulate the mind.

Sometimes words flow smoothly,
Their beauty and eloquence an effortless picture,
Painting meaning and life and inspiration for the reader.

Sometimes words march steadily,
Their tidily joined hands
Bringing clarity and order
To a meaningless jumble
 Of confusing thoughts and ideas.

Sometimes words come haltingly,
Their questions looming
 Larger than answers and
Their meanings hesitant and uncertain,
Searching timidly for affirmation.

Sometimes words must be coaxed forth,
Painfully, painstakingly
Encouraged to drop carefully
From hidden to exposed
Revealing what is bottled inside.

Sometimes words remain unspoken,
Their mystery hidden
From generations to come
Their silence leaving questions unanswered, ideas untried, problems unresolved, stories untold.

Sometimes silence is golden;
Least said, soonest mended.
But a word fitly spoken
Is like apples of gold
In pictures of silver.
Proverbs 25:11


Gina said...

Love this. You used words eloquently here.

Bethany Eicher said...

Thanks, Gina. It kind of came spilling out and then I wasn't quite sure what my point was...but I'm glad you enjoyed it ☺

Danette Martin said...

Very beautiful! Is this shaped poetry? I think I see a tall and graceful vase (for holding your word bouquet?)

Bethany Eicher said...

I'm not sure what it is? ☺

Debi @ Tuesdays Child said...

I so loved this post and honestly, as I was reading it - I thought it was some old-time poem that you were posting. I had no idea that you yourself wrote this ... it's awesome and is so true. Thanks so much for sharing! :-)

Bethany Eicher said...

Thanks Debi, glad you enjoyed it!