Exploring Happiness #47- Words Poem by June Stepansky

The days drop like leaves,
and are swept away.
The violent wind
blows words into crevasses
where they fester.

Let the fragrant wind
blow words into crevasses
where they might bloom.
Let the caressing wind
dry my salt tears.


Words are a powerful weapon with which we can sometimes inflict pain.
Unfortunately it is often too easy to release our anger and frustration on the very people whom we love the most.
While it is important to communicate our desires and practice the skills of compromise, we must not allow our words or the words of others to be used with cruelty or to be a source of injury to self-esteem.
It is therefore imperative that people who love each other must learn to treat each other with love and respect.


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What you keep by you, you may change and mend,
but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.
Earl of Roscommon

There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords.
There are words the point of which sting the heart
through the course of a whole life.
Federika Bremer