I am sharing a beautiful poem by Rachael Nicole that I found inspiring. It reminds me to say the words that we are meant to say should be said in a timely manner. The words that we choose to silence often come back to haunt us and destroy our peace. 

It also reminds me of Guru Tegh Bahadur's poem that I have sung (see below): "What should I do mother? The noose of death is now on my neck. I have wasted my life and not sung."

Rachael says it reminds her off Thoreau's purpose of writing as described in "Walden": "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."


“Words Unbroken”
- Rachael Nicole
Twitter: @BiblioGypsy86
More: Rachael's Blog

Broken hearts
for broken things.
Bones broken,
dreams and chances
lost and gone.
All can be
mended, reclaimed,
except for words
unbroken when
opportunity has passed
or recipient is
dead.
Unbroken words,
silenced,
haunt – and break
again.

Lost time
- Guru Tegh Bahadur