There are times when words can be puzzling.
And times when they are clear.
Times when they comfort.
And times they endear.
Words can cut like a newly honed knife.
At times they can destroy a fragile life.
Words can incite, excite and invite.
They can be just enough to start a fight.
The right words at the right moment can be a delight.
At times, though, it is best to let words rest for the night.
It's been a tough week in the world. Violence. Hatred. Misunderstanding. Anger. Vitriol. Ah, if only men would learn to use the power of words in a more compassionate, caring and loving way, wouldn't we all be so much better off?
Another Saturday Centus. The prompt is in red above. Be sure to stop by Mrs. Jenny's and see what the other Centusians are puzzling over.
p.s. sometimes images can be puzzling too....like when there is no rhyme or reason. It's OK...there doesn't always have to BE rhyme or reason.