I was cleaning out some files today and came across this poem I wrote seventeen years ago.  It’s truth remains.

WORDS

Sweet, wild, wonderful words

Solid, gentle or vicious

Velvety, windswept, marvelous words

Spill on the page delicious.

Language and paper when combined

In rhythmic pulse cascade

Calm the heart or kill the soul

With neither oil nor blade.

The power, taste, touch and smell

Of words undressed and real

From writers pens flow out with ease

Their purpose to fulfill.

Taste and see, the good book says

God’s words, weighty and strong

Only those thoroughly chewed

Can be added to life’s song.

Words are life, and words are death

Power unleashed divine

Whether we speak or write the words

The choice is yours and mine.