We are surrounded
By words, vowels, syllables,
All jumbled and mixed.
Flowing through our minds
Like white water rapids.
Crashing over every sentence.
Each word is defined by
The one who made it.
There are many books
Made up of these words.
We live by them.
They dictate; how
We communicate.
How we feel,
What we do
And how we think.
Overtime
The definition progresses
Building from what we
Hear, see and touch.
Clouding our minds
Forcing us to believe
In a finite existence
When we were already
Defined by our creator
With infinite possibilities.
POET: Jharne Duke, attend Gosford SDA church