When it matters

Words are my shield

My armor my sword

Words are me

Of my own accord

I breathe them, I see them

I dream them as well

I live them with faith

In them I dwell

When the heart soars high

Then the words are a song

Of love and life

I do belong

But when in doubt

My words unsteady

Searching all over

Not quite ready

Words spoken in sad times

With gentle care

Held close and guarded

In torn despair

And then more words

For humble gratitude

Warm the heart

Like the soul’s food

All my life

I learnt to speak

The words just right

As meant to be

So why is it when I see You

My rosary shatters

My words abandon me

When it really matters

Published by ElusiveSilence

Always wondering....

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