Outside of me speaks the sacred language of fire
The other part understands in broken heart.
I marvel at ancient petroglyphs and wonder, at what point does language become sacred? Is it when the words represent spiritual ululations to the Gods? Is it when we beseech the heavens to take the cup of pain from our aching hands? No and no.
Language does not become sacred when petitioning the Lord for favor nor when used to praise imaginary beings elevated to manipulating deities. Language becomes sacred when it transcends space allowing two human souls to connect in a world growing more impersonal than personal.
When it enables people to communicate and share images otherwise trapped in the head. Anytime words spoken or written or pictured allow people to communicate, anytime an ancient symbol etched into rock speaks to the soul of another 1000 years into the future is sacred. Actually, any language is sacred when it bridges the chasm and people connect.