Words

by Merry Battle

There are no words in heaven.
But look what words do here.
They come to bless us, come to haunt us;
Come to love us and to damn us.

Words, some chosen with thought.
Others fly out with unexpected swiftness.
Words can calm the most tormented soul.
Words that one mind can touch with another.

Some words bring with them the joy of the morning.
Others close the day with darkness and foreboding.
Which ones will come out of my mouth?
Ones that come from the heart?

Ones that will become as blessings on wings;
that bring love and happiness
And, one day, wisdom.

Merry Battles, ©1994