Sometimes, what we see,
what we hear, what we feel,
what we think, what we imagine
cannot always be put into words...
language is not always what we think it is...
sometimes, a picture is worth
more than a thousand words -
because an image can be what
reminds us of where we were,
with whom, and why:
a photograph taken when times were good
can be wonderful to see,
and yet bittersweet at the same time -
because pictures are like time capsules
of captured moments that are special
because they are instances
that will never happen again...
in this world, at this time,
it is rare that even family members
gather together and celebrate with one another -
because, these days, so many people
live disparate existences from each other -
even though the physical distance
between them may not be as fa
as they would like to believe...
sometimes, the most resonate sound
in the universe is silence -
because even in the vacuum of space
there lies an unheard secret
that speaks volumes about
why things are the way that they are,
and who people are
as well as who they think they are...
so many people feel out of place,
so many people feel out of touch,
so many people feel as if they have
nothing left to do and nothing left to offer -
until they have a moment
when they discover that they are not alone,
when they discover that they
have more to do,
when they discover that they might have,
perhaps, been seeing the world
through a shaded lens for far too long
and that when they see something  spectacular:
a life-changing event -
like a sacred sunrise, or a sunset,
that opens their eyes and gives them
a vision of something that, perhaps,
they once thought was an impossibility;
however, in this universe of improbability, and finality,
everything is meant to be -
but sometimes, when we search
for the words to describe something
or someone with the gift of poetry,
even a poet would agree that
sometimes words are unnecessary.