from their prison of lost hope

i admit, it’s so tender, unspoiled
tongue forages for right words ~
they always carry the light of spirit,
always merge with the mind and
the heart, always temper and
heal, if you use the right ones,
if you use them the right way,
the way of what we call
“true” love, lasting love, love
that speaks in every moment,
every expression, “ true love,”
stale language, though; hollow,
banal, clichéd, tired, hackneyed,
used up . . . so let us say “authentic”
“constant” or “ardent” … all that and
tireless, Yes! , tireless – your tireless
warmth redeems my old dreams
from their prison of lost hope

“Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.” Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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The use of words, their wearing out and need for renewal, all take us to “your tireless/ warmth redeems my old dreams/ from their prison of lost hope” — tireless, yes. That is the word.

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