Great is the might of a sword. But surely I tell you, the hand of kindness is mightier; a fierce force seemingly fragile but able to create two with a handshake where as the former always leaves one behind.
The lie we’re taught when we were young:
words hurt less than sticks and stones;
but words slung at the right velocity
will resonate through our history
while bruises and bones mend
words from either enemy or friend
like seeds planted within our soul
tear us down or help us grow
so speak kindly today. grow something beautiful. 🙂
If there were 80 ways
like 80 days to traverse
the world of your soul
I would do it.
set out in a balloon
float across ocean of memory
plod up mountains of disasters
and valleys of little deaths
run though forests of dreams
and cross fearlessly, deserts.
eat with kings who knew you
share with paupers and prince alike
The meanings of you to be discovered
over miles of field and flight.
but that is if I had 80 days
and alas, my friend, I have but one
day, hour, minute and breath
to tell you you are worth
every single step it takes
for 80 days
and I would