Paradox Of Life

Tangible Grace

In the realm of language, words appear,
Yet empty glasses, they often mirror.
For thirst unquenched, they fail to suffice,
Promises undone, like fleeting ice.

No longer reliant on words alone,
I've ceased to drink from vessels unknown.
In actions alone, my faith does reside,
If you seek me, let deeds be your guide.

Oh, how words can shimmer, beguiling and sweet,
But actions unveil the truth we must meet.
They carve the path, with substance and might,
While words, mere whispers, can fade into night.

With each passing day, my trust is rebuilt,
Not by empty verses, but by actions fulfilled.
If you yearn for me, let your steps declare,
For empty words hold no weight, I'm aware.

So show me your love through tangible grace,
With every touch, etch your presence in space.
No longer beguiled by eloquent speech,
I seek the embrace actions alone can reach.

Actions speak louder, their language profound,
They echo in souls, with resonance profound.
If you desire me, let your deeds take flight,
For words, mere echoes, dissolve in the night.

In this realm where words hold empty sway,
I find solace in actions, come what may.
Empty glasses discarded, my spirit sets free,
For actions, not words, hold true worth for me.