I recently shared on my Write Purpose Blog an article by Ralph McInerny called The Writing Life that I had unearthed sorting through old publications....and then I found this poem of his too:
Where are words when not yet spoken: on the tongue, in the mind, perhaps in air, nowhere? Their meanings, more elusive still, unbreathed await articulation, though I have heard in the beginning was the word.
Mutes and dentals shape the air that tongue addresses to the ear: speech is the mystery we hear. Animals are dumb,
their braying, chirp, and bark a mere semblance of speech, lacking that shared spark when speaker and hearer commune like hands that meet at noon.
Archived in December 2008 First Things
I am encouraged to communicate....