words are sacred

An old post from 2011. ‘Cause I’m too jittery to write a poem right now. But somewhat feel this way:

words are sacred
because they’re pieces
of him who writes
or speaks,
and his heart is sacred
like a mystery
but longing
to be deciphered.

words are sacred
because they come alive
once bequeathed,
and though at heart
the best is wished,
like pristine water
even sweetness
turns bitter when spilled

words are sacred
think plenty a time
before you let them go,
carry them (and my heart)
with delicate hands.


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