Flowing like a river, smooth as song
Yet powerful as the weapons of war
Like the atomb bomb.
Words destroy and pierce like the tip of a sword
but fewer things bring greater hope or healing,
Than the perfect helping word.
Rhythm and rhyme, essay and song,
All forms of writing reflect our hearts
Written to last forever long.
They who write wield power untold
But few are the ones who step out
And release their hearts to the world, so bold.