made flesh.
and of this: "Only say the word, and I shall be healed."
how we compusively rolled and unrolled the outright promise in this line, like a carpet to cover unsightly fears, to hide the ugliest truth.
how we fidgeted in guilt and anxiety: did we say the right words? did we say them right? did we say them often enough? did we manage to say anything at all? didn't she herself whisper it, wrap it in her sighs, in the painful intakes of her breath?
oh, words.
cursed them, swore them off. and yet, and yet. the paradox of it all. can't curse them without using them, can't swear them off without cowering in their presence.
the word made flesh, indeed.
(reply to larry's post: Whatever it is you want)
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3 comments:
happy birthday daaaaaaaarrrrrrr!!!!!!! :-)
remember our lust (not last) days: 10, 25, 29. so "tonight's the night" in the words of rod stewart. happy birthday! mwah!
also: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."
the word was the god. or, our god anyway.
statement ni larry (hi lar!) before: "ang hirap magsulat. why do we do this to ourselves?"
right on. okay tama na.
happy birthday!!!!
thanks, lar! thanks, dreyers!
in the end, as those prophets of the late 60s to the 70s have sung in their quivering harmonized voices:
"This world has lost it's glory/Let's start a brand new story now, my love.../It's only words, and words are all I have/ To take your heart away... lalalalalalala (2X) /lalala."
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