The word ‘stewardship’ comes from the beginning of time. Adam and Eve were meant to steward the garden, in fact to multiply and care for the whole earth. In Marilyn Chandler McEntyre’s heavy little book “Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies” (2009), a different stewardship is called forth.
Words need the cherishing of careful use: humans have a “hunger for words that satisfy… not just words that do the job… but words that give pleasure akin to the pleasures of music. Her call: “Mere lists of nouns can be poetry” have brought forth my own noun poem.
Sun-brightened trees and mountains
A lamp, dark, awaits sunset
Computer silent, inviting
And a collage book – eggshell paint,
Pink, green, Greek fish, Mackintosh font
Shape the view from where I sit.
In McEntyre’s own writing: “We care for words when we use them thankfully, recognizing in each kind a special gift born in the mother tongue, bestowed at birth as a legacy from the one who was, in the beginning with God, who was God.”