I prize the savoring of words. I marvel at how others use them to question, explain, wonder, and love. Words are a man's universe. They create his reality. They become names of things, and create our dreams.
Words are the beginning and the end.
But You will have to take us there. I acknowledge You in every capacity You have manifested in me. I know that you implanted this awe in me an awe so deep that I flinch at a beautiful sunset and wonder at the sound of a flute. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then I am beautiful. If Love is in the beholding and You are the Beholder then I am loved.