A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach
Can touch, can move, can embrace in its sounds
The inner soul where its vibrations teach.
When cut off, silent,after sad defeat
Such gentle words can break our sullen bonds
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
We must not torture nor torment in speech
Our heart, the centre of our morbid wounds
The inner soul with its vibrations speaks..
From our eye, a tear springs with relief
From imprisoned sulking, jump with a great bound!
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
Muscles weaken,but the mind stays fleet
Humour and its cousins are our clowns
The inner soul by its athletics speaks.
I smile and smile yet rarely do I frown
For I will rise up, even when low down
A word that by a friend can reach,provoke
In our souls ,deep memories will evoke
How my heart sings 
I am glad,Joanne.Thanks so much.I hope to read your blog soon
Like the positivity in this!
Truly said. Words good make and day, and words bad hurt deeply. We must be very careful in our speech.
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I have just had 2 telephone conversations which proved this very point.They were about my phone and about a medical issue but I had a really va;uable exchange by asking them how they were coping.I think words can hurt more than blows very often.Thanks so much for your comment,Katherne
A pleasure. Have a good time