Perils of Poetry Study

VERBAL  AM–MU–NI–TION  in their hands, baby.

I’ve been preaching the power of the WORD to my kids.

Words wound.  Words build up.  Words change minds, for the good and the bad.

Our whole creation brought into being by words.

I wasn’t completely sure they were buying it.

A few days ago,  I was nagging . . . ahem . . .  .  gracefully encouraging my Lincoln to abandon his mental lethargy   —– “Wake up, boy, perk up and focus on my brilliant teaching!”

And he responds in his best Southern drawn,  “Hey, ‘my life ain’t been no crystal stair,’ Mama.”

THAT response was powerful enough to instantly dissolve my slight frustration.

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