Words can be
sweet, like honey,
or bitter, cold, & hard~
~They can leave
our heart's door open,
or closed,
& bruised,
& scarred~
~They can lead
to restoration,
or build walls
even higher~
~They can soothe
like cool water,
or burn,
like a raging fire~
~Words cannot be taken back,
only repented of,
they cannot undo injury,
only soothe those wounds with love,
they are how our heart's contents
can overflow into
another life, tender & precious,
like I want to, always, with you~
~By Anastazia Rowe~
written for
my precious blessing,
my little mirror,
my daughter~
~Jan 11th, 2006~