Debby Hartnell-2017
Words are precious and begin spoon fed
words grow up to be spirit led
words are filled with nutrients
the heart pumps through the veins
the impulsive tongue says what comes
the one that’s wise, refrains
words can sing a lullabye
a lovely peaceful tune
sung to an unborn baby
inside his mother’s womb
words are often hard to say, too often left unsaid
imprisoned in a shadow, that hovers overhead
oh, but words can weave a tapestry
of the journeys that we face
God is the word, and faithful
to speak to us, his grace.