The Sword Of The Will

Nearly everyone knows, I say too much;
although, I do mean what I say;
my words have recently become my crutch;
to carry me through the day.

Like everyone else; I’ve a message to bring;
one, sent to me, from above;
although I cannot write music or sing;
I write poems of hope and love.

All words are created within our thought;
messages cast to the winds;
by words of the meek; the strong are taught;
and truth, from heaven, descends.

Many words have an ever changing meaning;
some are from servants of the Master;
some link to the thoughts, we’re dreaming;
and others, lead to disaster.

Words are often the blueprints of war;
clumsy phrases often cause pain;
once we discover what we’re fighting for;
war has caused loss; not gain.

Words can come between friends and lovers;
often; when someone’s bored;
causing division, between sisters and brothers;
sharper than any two edged sword.

Words, by themselves, are medievil weapons;
thoughts, alone, grant them the skill;
love always whispers; while hate beckons;
thoughts are the sword of the will.

Monty 6/10/24. # 2,154