I heard your words —
They seemed absurd.
Inside my mind
They twirled and whirled.
What you said’s
Not what I heard.
They festered in
Mind’s darkest place.
No logic there
I could embrace.
They bubbled, troubled
My thoughts and then,
They went in circles —
Next time I hear
These words that trouble —
That torture, fester,
Twist, and bubble …
I’ll take a moment
And ask myself,
“Why not just put them
On the shelf?”
How could I do that awful thing,
With words to bite, with tongue to sting?
How could I cut off other’s words,
To thus imply, “You are absurd.”?
With ease I fall and don’t suspect
The words I say might have effect.
And sure myself have often known
The hurt of words from other’s tongue.
So, grant us, Lord, we do implore,
Our tongue to hold, our words to store.
And let instead encourg’ment come,
So we’ll have peace when day is done.