Of Words and Rocks
Words are like rocks. I’m quite fond of both.
Words are thoughts we let free, either spoken or in written form. Rocks we can collect and admire, whether river rocks or diamonds.
Some are smooth, shinny and light. A delight to feel and hold in the palm of the hand or twirl around on the tongue.
Others are rough, dull, heavy or sharp.
Some are steppingstones that are the vehicle that takes us from one place to another.
Be wary of the slippery ones, lest you stumble and fall; or the carelessly placed ones that can trip you up.
Both must be chosen wisely.
Some stand on their own while others are best in a cluster. Don’t use a whole quarry full when one or two pebbles will do the trick.
Be careful with your rocks and words. They can offer an explanation or confuse. Bring joy or cause pain.
Even a small one, when offered to a friend, can form a bond, or if slung from a slingshot, inflict a mortal wound.
