Sowing Seeds
Words can be
weapons
Unsheathed carelessly
Wielded
Wielded
from our poisonous tongues
Typed
in a frenzied fury
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.
More harm
than
good.
Words can be
seeds
Cultivated carefully
Chosen
Chosen
from our compassionate souls
Planted
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.
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
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 this broken world.
I will be
a seed sower
not
a weapon wielder.
I will choose my words
carefully.
The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
--Proverbs 12:18
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