Words. How I love them. Words of truth that speak
with clarity that blows the mist away.
Words can empower, find strength in what is weak;
they can ennoble, making jewels from clay.
Words. How we drop them carelessly to ground,
fearing the silence that we rush to fill.
If they were gold, we should not cast them down;
if swords, we would be careful not to kill.
Words. Speak to me, not hollow words, but Christ,
the Word of God: what God most longed to say.
The Word that speaks – must speak, at any price –
has washed my bleakest silences away.
Where I had blocked my ears and wished Him dumb,
He turned. He smiled. He spoke. The word was, “Come”.
rosbayeswriting 
Thank you, Ros: beautifully expressed; and a message I needed to hear 🙂
Not written recently but I wanted to link to it from my next More Than Writers blog post, as the 500 word limit doesn’t allow me to include it within the post.