We are told that all of this,
All that was and is and will exist
Began with the speaking of a word
A simple set of sounds
                Hayah 'owr
Which echoed through the nothing
The first of every sound
Not a comment or an observation
But emphatically a command!
                   LIGHT!
We say, “Let there be -” but
That first sound gave no option
It was almost more implied
            EXIST LIGHT!
And light could do nothing else
And from that moment existence flowed

This is the power of words
This is the poet's craft
Do not use it lightly for
Words will not forgive
Their careless use

They stood before the mountains grew their roots
Before the sky had yet turned blue
Before the first thought could coalesce
Words were the first things to exist
And words will be the last.

So if we create laughter or tears
Provoke thoughts or plant fears
Capture an instant or tell a full life
Bring peace or stir up strife
To us falls the duty to use our word
Remembering its power
Choose carefully with which you gird
Yourself to write when comes that hour
And know that nothing stands
Against the power of *words.