Ripped, severed, broken. . .

The day looms with fierce emotions which will lay its colors upon the hearts of mourners forever.  It is with little thought given by some that words have great power over the course of our lives.  It is we who must teach the children the choice of words must be with care.  And we adults who must alter our behavior when our words are met with misunderstanding.  Words are the tools of our relationships and must be treated with great respect. The costly consequences are human lives.

The Word Is God. . .

In the beginning was the word
destined to touch the mind of man.
But the prevailing Spirit in its wisdom saw fit
to encumber each with the power to discern.

Meanings floated into space,
shaping themselves to fit the receiving mind.
Reaching their destination,
their shape changed to fit the owner.

Such turbulence!  Such uneasiness!
Albeit because the word had taken life and
risen to meet the heart’s need.
The speaker’s heart had taken its intent

and placed upon the Ethers the heart’s desire.
It gathered cadence as it rode
to meet the receiver’s prejudices.
The sender’s intent lay silent, lost.

The heavens only acknowledged
its primordial meaning.
Can it be said in truth that the word be god?
It is.

For within its power to create
it moves with desperation to voice feelings,
to give breath to visions and to heal.
The word created creatures and dynasties,

wars and rebellions, held peace in abeyance
and brought us to life.
So speak softly when speaking.
Words carry the weight of the heart

with intent to topple empires
and worlds and men.  In the catalytic movement
of the word,  the world’s heart beats,
years are gifted and man’s future secured.

It is all we have.                                                                              

4 Responses to Ripped, severed, broken. . .

  1. Pat Evans October 30, 2018 at 7:44 am #

    AMEN. Veronica! Our words absolutely do matter!

  2. maria Wulf October 30, 2018 at 5:08 pm #

    I let your words wash over me Veronica. And they speak to every part of me. I will repost this poem on Facebook, hoping more people read it.

  3. Veronica Hallissey October 30, 2018 at 11:40 pm #

    email from Suzanne. . . .When, oh when, will we ever learn?

  4. Veronica Hallissey November 19, 2018 at 10:42 am #

    Pat, Maria and Suzanne, my readers are sensitive with their words. I wish for a way to reach the ones who shout their remarks without thought. Yet we all are aware of their hurt when words are used against them. Because many of them are family. I appreciate your comments. And time.

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