The Words

By Mabel Jones Gabbott

The words were merely letters,

spaced and formed

Into such meanings as the author chose,

Until I read them,

understood them, warmed

My faith against their truths.

Then they arose

As luminous beacons for my every day,

Waiting to bless, to enlighten,

to be heard.

Here is wisdom, I thought,

this is the way;

And I recalled,

“In the beginning was the Word.”