I've reached this age when I can read
Through words, a speaker's portrait.
For words reveal the truth and lead
To what appearances negate.
Potent and sharp like a painter's brush
Defining mind and heart with depth,
Words in fleeting Anger's rush
Create the image we later regret.
My response is simple and easy-
Silent with joyful Hope every day.
Patient in affliction that plagues us daily,
To His Word, remain faithful when I pray.
All rights reserved ~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.22.15
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