Sowing Seeds
Words can be weapons Unsheathed carelessly Wielded from our poisonous tongues Typed in a frenzied fury fingers flying across the keyboard in a futile attempt to make some sense of this broken world. More harm than good. Words can be seeds Cultivated carefully Chosen from our compassionate souls Planted in a hurting heart beauty blooming from the ashes in a desperate attempt to make a difference in this broken world. More good than harm. Will our words be weapons or seeds? I know what my choice will be: I want my words to go up instead of out Up in prayer instead of Out in protest Up in bloom instead of Out in blame I will use my words for reconciliation acceptance peace. I pray that God will transform my words into seeds of hope truth love To plant in the hearts of the hurting in the minds of the marginalized in the people of th