WORDS are with us…

…we are never alone

even when darkness tames

our need for sight     we remember

that which brought the light

a touch     a smile    a word

that healed   we remember



hurled   that cut


until we bled and blood


fed by fury

or indifference    words

took their toll

left us

bruised   less

than whole


words are seeds

that flower

or may grow

in the garden of our need

like weeds   


words are the metaphor

for deeds

for kindness   longing    hope

for dreams    

you fling the words  

a dart

that wounds  

or settles

like a drop of rain

on desiccated soil

replenishing the heart…

– Susan A. Katz (All rights reserved)

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