There are many ways to say something and a season to speak and not to speak. Even the prophet Isaiah, who spoke for HaShem, cried out– I have unclean lips! Woe is me! Some of the righteous were stoned and beheaded due to their words, but they spoke them anyway. At the end of this blog, I will highlight Jeremiah and ask you, my readers, … Continue reading Words: A Death Sentence?
Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can crush the heart. A word spoken in anger, disgust, and hatred can go deep into our bones and take decades to heal from. They are shot like arrows into our hearts. Even the words we speak about ourselves are damaging. Loving our neighbor as ourselves is difficult if we are constantly bashing our temples and the … Continue reading Taste Your Words–Healing of the Soul
She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar “It’s a tad gamey.” she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly. “Buuuttt how?” “I steeped like a teabag. Why I submerged until my skin crinkled up like an accordion!” She added more indentions … Continue reading Son Flower Seeds
They were unpromising Words grated like cheese. Words reduced to small shreds. Words strung like pasta. Tossed like a salad Thrown together with a pinch of thyme And oregano The other morsels were small. Irritants Acidic Tomatoes, garlic, and onions Barely noticeable to the tall ones Their necks stretched out in the clouds. They see the aged with grey hair as mere babies. Standing in … Continue reading Bruised Plums #240
Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers, Fake news Hatred from the SAME WOMB. What words will … Continue reading Hate is?
I am not sure when I started writing this poem or why or whose kitchen I stood in, but possibly it will help us think more about words. Ironically when I was finished, it had a word count of 1,000. I know with social media and texting, we often take words wrong or quickly respond without thinking about our words. Even still, what if all … Continue reading 1,000 Words
This is a poem I wrote for a dear friend about 9 or 10 years ago? I changed the end a bit. Deb, this is for you. Love you much! “Muddy waters running ever so slow, Thick sludge Muddy feet and muddy hands that have sunk in the mire You are toiling and battling uphill. I will bring you out of that place. I will … Continue reading Muddy Words