What do buffalo chicken sandwiches, Jesus, and music theory have in common? I love all of them. I can describe the Savior of the universe and a very unhealthy sandwich with the same word.
Isn't that obnoxious?
Words are funny like that.
I wish we could save some or -smith some, forget or dismiss some.
Each holds so much weight
meaning
depth
Each word pays a price, holds a debt, costs a fee
Yet we throw them around like they're abundant and free
Do you mean what you say and say what you mean?
Someone is listening to
Every
Last
Word
Receiving them
Perceiving them
Dissecting them
Redirecting them
Your words are all you have at the end of every day
Your words are all they're left with when you've turned and walked away.
Have you thought about your words and how they feel outside?
To every ear that hears them?
Every ear that holds them?
Minds are clay, and your words will mold them.
Words are a privilege, not a right. They define us, undermine us, burn, build, and bite.
So think them through, don't throw them away. Use them, refuse them, and never abuse them.
Shape them how you please
But never forget
That someone hears every syllable silly, sad, and sweet
All strung along as your symphony.
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