In the Beginning Was the Word...

In the realm of silence, where no sound could be heard,
There came a whisper, the first uttered word.
A spark ignited, a flame that would burn,
Unleashing the power, the world to transform.

Like seeds, the words're sown in fertile ground,
Growing into thoughts that shape us all around.
They paint the canvas of our mind,
Colouring our world with hues refined.

Words can inspire, uplift, and ignite,
Guiding us towards the path of light.
They can comfort the broken, heal the pain,
And bring hope to those who despairing remain.

But words, like arrows, can swift and sharp,
Can pierce through hearts, leaving wounds deep and dark.
They can destroy and tear down,
With a gentle touch or a thunderous frown.

Words, sharper than a keen-edged blade,
Can pierce the soul, a deeper shade.
No surgeon's hand can mend the break,
Or heal the lesions that words can make.

They slay, they shatter, they destroy,
Hearts and spirits they deploy.
Humiliation, insults hurled,
Leaving scars that time won't furl.

So let us choose our words with care,
Weighing their impact, how far they'll bear.
For in the beginning was the Word,
And in its power, the world is stirred.

Be mindful of the words you say,
They hold a power to dismay.
Speak only what will benefit,
Not that which brings despair and regret.