Words wound tightly around wounds from which our memories unwind,
Words said without thought,
Words leveled against enemies in haste,
Words full of truth but lacking in grace.
Words of the heart misshapen and leaving intentions mistaken,
Words written without love,
Words spat out to the world with hate,
Words that create scars and sap from us the power to create.
I was called to be a lighthouse,
a city on a hill that cannot be hidden.
But it seems in all of my bitterness,
I have chewed up more than I have bitten.
I am constantly smitten,
Overwhelmed with love for my fellow man.
At least that is what I say.
But is it love for others I hold close to my bound up heart,
Or is it love for the man staring back from the shattered mirror,
Love formed of well intentioned words my well intentioned…