A wise man once of words spoke:
they're mightier than the sword;
perhaps this came to a crashing end
when steel became war's lord.
But yet have I a lingering hope
that words have power still,
though their purpose lies in man's heart
to strengthen, not to kill.
I have found profound solace
in the softly written word:
in prose and verse I find my light,
words oft forgot, unheard.
While others look for modernity,
I seek but simple pleasures;
these letters have power to fill a soul
with love and hope, priceless treasures.