O Words of Sweet Splendor

O Words of Sweet Splendor

 

A tender word spoken

Can be a salve to a heart broken.

O how words have power

In which can shower--

Shower a soul with blessings,

Or devour a soul with arrows’ sting.

Yes, there’s pow’r in the tongue;

O how loudly sung!

Words can fit in a heart,

Both encouraging and discouraging have an art.

Fill it with good,

So that the receiving heart is understood.

Words of anger and resentment fly off the handle,

Becoming a steadfast piece on someone’s mantle.

A thing to fixate,

Something the mind contemplates.

Like a sponge is wrung,

Yet, still holds on to water as air to lungs,

Mind and soul absorb

Much, much more.

No eye can see the whelps,

But in the heart are they felt.

So, may we speak words tender,

Let our words be menders

And always up-lifters.

O words of sweet splendor!

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

April 5, 2021

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The last four lines make the poem. Some people sling words about carelessly, heedless of their effects on others. Sometimes the pain caused by cruel words can last a lifetime.

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes, you're right. We must be careful with our words. Thanks for reading. Gd bless you.