Words Without Acts

Words only are like the twisted contrails of a jet flying high

Plane cannot be seen and slowly the contrails fade and are disbursed throughout the sky

Or like the flame of the values candle that lights up a dark room

Quickly snuffed when the dangers of choices on values suddenly loom

Leaving only whispers of smoke rising slowly to a ceiling

Leaving the observer with a remorse of a why was I not stronger feeling

But acts give words the brains, muscles, sinew and bone

To confront the dangers when one enters the sacrifice your values zone

Values like the candle or contrails cannot survive long without the shield of proper acts

They and they alone bring the results that values only expressed in words lack

And keep the candle burning to bring the light of values to light up one’s living room

While outside in the dark of an actless world only ethical and moral dangers lurk and loom

© December 3, 2017 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet

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