A Kind Word
A KIND WORD
A pat
A hug
A scolding
A kind word.
A push
A pause
A listening ear
A helping hand.
Those we truly touch never forget,
Even long after the moment is passed.
O yes!
Like clay in the hands of the potter,
Those we form forever stay firm,
Long after our supporting hands are removed!
Like tempered steel, our words can build and strengthen,
If spoken from a heart of flesh: as with winks or blinks and silences screamed in voiceless mode. True talk!
But, our words can also freeze into stone and inaction, as with a gorgon’s stare
When love is blinded and hearts calcified.
Factual!
The latter leads to dreams broken and wings in mid-flight burdened with dead weight;
Where hope is dashed, dreams in ashes and the fire that keeps alive forever banked in cold coal.
And the former? So like the risen sun, the gallop of the antelope through luxuriant field,
And the graceful ascent of the swan in exultant flight!
Copyright © Paul Obah | Year Posted 2015
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