Can’t anyone see the sword that lies
So easily within their grasp?
Don’t they realize just how often,
They unsheathe and quickly clasp?
Can’t they see the blood run down
From the hearts they nimbly shred?
Instead, they sharpen blade and steel,
And plunge again instead.
Can’t they see the falling tears
That run from lid to cheek?
Instead, they wipe their blade again,
Admiring the shape so sleek.
Can’t they see the shoulders bow –
Know the searing they inflict?
Instead, they simply seem to see
Another victorious conflict.
Can’t they see – oh! can’t they see? –
The hidden, ripping pain?
When they unsheathe their tongue – their sword!
And thrust it in again!
They rip and tear, hack and saw
Without a thought or taking heed;
If only, in their bringing down,
They might happily succeed.
Don’t they realize – don’t they see? –
That they have gone too far?
There is a time to use their sword –
But in love, not just to mar!
There is a better purpose for
This intrinsic work of steel.
There are times to cause a wound,
But, oh! so many times to heal!
To help to stitch the heart in shreds
And assist to dry saddened tears;
To strengthen shoulders, easing pain,
And praying during aches and fears.
To use our swords, in love and wisdom,
Daily – can not we strive and pray?
Wounding in love, but healing more,
As we go from day to day.
There is one who speaks rashly like the thrusts of the sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Proverbs 12:18
To the KING be all the glory!
Oh yeah! I knew I was forgetting something… (like, reminding you to take a pic. of the sword) *innocent whistle*
Yes, yes you were! :D
This is really good, Rebekah. Though I am sad that you must have been on the receiving end of some cutting words to have been able to write this…
Thank you, Mrs. Hubler. :)
That’s a nice poem.
Thank you, dear! :)
A tear jerker……an impassioned plea……. I pray God will use it to convict us who read it.
Thank you, Miss Caryl. :)