Friends, A Word With You

This world is built
on syllables, letters, sounds…
Society structured
by lists
taught to children
and dissected in courts.
Lives bound
by two words witnessed
and considered holy.
The mighty word...
more fierce
than any sword,
more powerful
than any tool,
but a tool not easy
to control;
a weapon hard to aim.
Like fire,
We build, hoping to give
light and warmth
but the winds,
perception, duality,
these things fan words
out of control.
Any word can mean
a thousand things.
The possibilities spread
like fire
through dry brush.
Words ignite, inspire
consume, destroy,
build shelter, give hope,
guide and misguide.
To be careless
with words
is arsen.
To care for words,
a religion.
And so I pray
my arsen be forgivable.
And so I study
my trade with caution.
A blacksmith of weapons,
a humble scrivener of prayers,
I am as many things
as a word,
a word that
I share with you.


I wrote this, then thought... if words are so dangerous, perhaps I should stop my obsession with words. But, thinking of that reminded me how some were so afraid of using Gods name wrongly, so afraid of the blasphemy of taking it too lightly, that they marked it out of the scriptures... such irony, for what greater blasphemy can there be than to mark God's own name out of his word?
So, I decided that respect means keeping my love of words, but proceeding with more caution than before. Words are how I share myself with others and hope to make others feel less alone. I wont stop sharing myself, I'll just try not to do so wrecklessly.