Until It Is Lived

Truth, like a seed in the soil,
Lies dormant until it finds the light.
Wisdom, like a melody unheard,
Remains incomplete until it lights in the night.

Love, like a flower yet to bloom,
Remains a bud until it's felt in the heart.
Thoughts, like a story yet to be told,
Remain but ink on paper, until they start.

Expressions, like a painting yet to dry,
Remain but colour on canvas, until they're seen.
Words, like a promise yet to be made,
Remain but sound, until they're heard within.

Actions, like a seed yet to be sown,
Remain but potential, until they're felt.
Experience, like a tale yet to be told,
Remains but memories, until they're dwelt.

Harmony, like a chord yet to be struck,
Remains but silence, until it's heard.
Faith, like a prayer yet to be said,
Remains but hope, until it's worked.

Assurance, like a fire yet to be lit,
Remains but an ember, until it's felt.
Proof, like a riddle yet to be solved,
Remains but mystery, until it's dealt.

Reality, like a dream yet to be dreamt,
Remains but imagination, until it's seen.
Conviction, like a stand yet to be taken,
Remains but indecision, until it's been.

Actualization, like a dream yet to be lived,
Remains but aspiration, until it's felt.
All these things, like a symphony yet to be played,
Remain but notes, until they're dwelt.