Words

by Tracey Metzger

When words are strung together in just the right way and spoken in love they are as beautiful as a string of precious pearls. I store them in my heart like a treasured heirloom.

On the other hand, words can hurt. When they are woven together like branches of thorns they pierce my heart, making it bleed.

The recourse is to rid my heart of the thorny words, replacing them with words of truth.

The more difficult task, is to forgive the deliverer of the sharp words.

But when I do, I free my heart, and I free theirs too.

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