Inside the entrance of a museum in Boston is a fountain and the waters rising up carry words. Words begin to form phrases. Phrases swept with light across the floor rise up on the walls as passages of wisdom.

Never before or after have I witnessed such an impressionable image of words coming to life.

I savor words and phrases,
Truth seeking wisdom,
Sources of life, love,
courage, union;
Words that enlighten,
refreshing my desire
for understanding
and my purpose
to live fully, wholly.

Holy, prophet, word-bearer
casting words like seeds;
trusting grace and nature
will find the proper opening
where they may take root.

Here – catch
Love transforms;
Justice sustains;
Oppression destroys;
Grace restores;
Choose courage.

We can make a better word;
We know what that looks like.