Words

Such small things

Yet the sting brought on by them

Are at times like arrows

Piercing the heart

 

Can we stop

Before we say words

Which can never be taken back?

 

Can we just stop

and imagine those words

aimed at us?

 

I feel as though  I have been

In battle

With no armor

 

Again I run to You Lord

Like a child to her parent

But no scraped knees have I

I just need to sit with You Lord

And rest

And know that my heart

Is safe with You

And then the healing comes