Words, once set free, blend in the wind
breathing a timeless existence;
Some grow wings to fly to heaven
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue
Breathing a timeless existence,
words illuminate our soul
Memories do falter in time
consequences of words live on.
Some grow wings to fly to heaven
But some stay rooted in your heart,
Send out new shoots and soft green leaves,
Impossible to pull them out.
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue,
They give their own gifts to the world,
The fruit they give is the sweetest,
It grows sweet in the warmth of love.
Another set of ripples for Jilly. The first two stanzas are Imelda’s.
Sarah writes poems 
Oh my! How beautiful your part is Sarah! love love love it. 🙂 Thank you for adding your voice to the piece. 🙂
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Thank you, Imelda. It was a lovely base to work on.
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Thanks again. 🙂
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