Today’s prompt is definitions.
Yes, that’s right.
I love a good definition, and the etymology of a word.
But what IS a definition? What does that word mean to us, what’s hidden in the meaning behind it? What do we go to when we read the word?
I can’t wait to see where this takes us.
The definition of God
is meaningless,
I’ve found.
It is, at best,
a mirage,
for those of us
too hungry
and thirsty
to make out the right shape.
We see in the distance
what we most need,
and we move toward it
until we realize
that it was all a trick
of the mind’s eye,
or maybe it was simply
an everyday sunset.
God—
the Sacred—
Divinity—
Creator—
The Beginning—
erodes our definitions.
The definition itself
cannot be fathomed
or sensed,
because we do not
understand it.
We only long for it.
We only long for God
until we sense that we’ve
found Them somehow.
The definition, then,
is everything,
and nothing,
and it turns out
at best,
and at worst,
we are just humans,
storytellers,
poets,
thirsty folks
in the desert
and tired folks
standing on the shoreline
making up pictures
and drawing shapes
on the landscape.
Definitions are like art critiques-
everyone has an opinion
on the meaning behind
every line drawn.
“Spell love.”
“Definition, please”
“The will to extend one’s self
for the purpose of nurturing
one’s own or another’s spiritual growth.”
“Used in a sentence, please.”
“Love is a four letter word.”
“Synonyms, please.”
“Devotion, fondness, friendship.”
“Spell love.”
“I-A-N”