They can be like a sun, words.
They can do for the heart
what light can for a field.
-St. John of the Cross, Love Poems from God (trans. Daniel Ladinsky)
This weather worn garden sign is propped on the fence behind my cucumber vines. When I gathered my small harvest, I thought of these words. The blessing of light, along with soil and moisture produced something good and nourishing. The word Peace reminds me that my words have that potential when I use them to bless and encourage.
Sadly, the opposite can also be true. Words spoken in haste or frustration may damage growth and wither relationship. I can choose to speak light and blessing. I pray to speak Peace.
Stones and Feathers 
Peace is one of the words etched on a stone in my garden. I also believe in garden grace. Thank you for this reminder of the power of words and the power of Nature.
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Peace is a good word to engrave and keep before us. Thank you for reading, Marva!
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I appreciate every post with this reminder, as it’s my fiercest struggle. Thank you, Mary Ann–God bless you.
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Thank you for reading and for your comments, Bennetta. I need the reminder, too, and am grateful for the ways in which those reminders come.
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I pray, also, to speak peace; the other words slip out far too easily. Lovely post and message, Mary Ann.
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Wendy, thank you. Your writing speaks peace to me so often.
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