Sticks and Stones can break my bones but words can. . .
Words can be
angry, careless, harsh
Their weedy, sneaky fingers
Burrowing deeper than deep
Anchoring themselves
Hiding beneath the surface
Wreaking havoc
uprooting relationships
choking the sweetness
out of life
Sing them over again to me wonderful words of Life. . .
Words can be
gentle, kind, merciful
melting into the painful places
as only love can do
Unearthing
revealing
releasing hate’s hold
And in its place,
seeding forgiveness and peace
growing joy
and a bountiful harvest of
FREEDOM
SWEET, SWEET FREEDOM
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