Word

It pulses, warm and alive. Inviting me to open and yield myself to it's power. Is it magic? No, it's better. The Word; inspired, bread, sharp, cleansing, purifying, powerful, living word. A drink that at once quenches down to the very fiber and yet leaves a thirst stronger than before. The line between person and paper blur. The veil is pulled back and more is seen than before, the end will never be found. Power found not in letters, ink, paper but in a Person. Points to prove, arguments to win, sides to take are irrelevant. Truth is the side, choose to join or not. The invitation issued is to a death, mine; and to a life, his. Plunging in over my head I'm consumed, the word soaks in to my very soul. Words leap off of the page and come to life in my heart.