One day I realized with a joyful heart
That God is surely omnilingual.
Speaking, of course, the universal
First tongue of children everywhere
Pronounced in baby babble.
Isn’t language a miracle?
Sometimes, I go mute. I choose then
A colorful comfort: the language of flowers.
It’s obvious God speaks that one too.
This poem magnifies the God of all creation, in a cool, fresh way.
so thanks!
-David Clure
Ingeborg
I once had a friend who was kind of a trivia guy. He told me that he was collecting Indian epithets. I guess that in India, the combination of so many religions and very bad traffic in the crowded streets results in many swearwords. The commonly used Indian languages, probably including English, have a rich variety of swearwords to use upon occasion, invoking God in many cases to get the offending donkey or ass out of the way.
Ron
Cheers,
Dan