One day a harsh word, harshly said,
Upon an evil journey sped.
And like a sharp and cruel dart,
It pierced a fond and loving heart.
It turned a friend into a foe,
And everywhere brought pain and woe.
A kind word followed it one day,
Sped swiftly on its blessed way.
It healed the wound and soothed the pain,
And friends of old were friends again.
It made the hate and anger cease,
And everywhere brought joy and peace.
And yet the harsh word left a trace,
The kind word could not efface.
And though the heart its love regained,
It left a scar that long remained.
Friends can forgive but not forget,
Nor lose the sense of keen regret.
Oh, if we would but learn to know,
How swift and sure our words can go.
How we would weigh with utmost care,
Each thought before it reached the air.
And only speak the words that move,
Like white-winged messengers of love.
Selected (no author noted) from How To Be An Up Person In A Down World by Honor Books Inc, 1998, p. 129
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