Words-Swords (2)

Words falling (like the tear drops) hanging on the strings (of hope) (words you never knew before) falling deep into your core. Would you take them in your heart? Would you wrap them in some art you are calling poetry just to fight their bigotry? Sounds that sound (like loving waves) hidden in the mountain’s caves, sounds that never made a word but a hum into your cord… Would you wrap your arms around? Would you spread them on the ground, (on the cross of life and death) just to feel their loving breath? Would you take the words of fear to the lord of love, the seer? Would you ask him to erase all these words into his grace? (Emanating waves of love flying wings of the white dove bring the peace into your mind. Words are now of the same kind.) No more swords of brilliant minds no more shining through the blinds no more time for hatred’s night! Let there be Eternal Light!