Words
Words have started terrible strife that has torn the world apart;
Words have healed and comforted many a despondent heart.
Pleasing words are better spoken and received by old and young,
Rather than abrasive words of venom, spewed by acidic tongue!
Words of hope are always welcomed by friends who are down,
Easing their burdens and erasing that worrisome frown.
A daily hug and words of love to those of family dear,
Will return a hundredfold the words you’d love to hear!
When loss of friends is keenly felt and words are hard to find,
With dear ones perhaps ’tis best just to sit with hands entwined.
For a job well done, ’tis good to hear meaningful words of praise,
Encouraging words, not just trite and empty phrase!
‘Twould be well for kids to hear the words the Master taught,
To gird them for their earthly trek with temptations fraught.
Mere poets will ne’er attain the homage afforded David’s Psalms;
His words flow like honey, as soothing as an air of Brahms!
Plans will surely go awry should words be misconstrued;
Consternation and confusion will reign, ’tis easy to conclude.
‘Tis well to remember that words spoken cannot be retrieved;
Maybe ‘twould be best to curb the tongue, lest others be aggrieved!
by Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
