Sunday, December 3, 2017

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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