A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

Proverbs 25:11 (KJV)

Upon the tongue, a word in season blooms,
Like apples forged of gold, so rare, so bright,
Encased in silver frames where art consumes,
A moment’s grace to pierce the soul’s dark night.
Its cadence falls as dew on parched, dry ground,
A balm to soothe where discord long has reigned,
With gentle might, it shifts the heart’s own sound,
A treasure wrought where silence once remained.
Not loud, nor brash, but fitly shaped and true,
It gleams amid the chaos of our days,
A spark to kindle minds, to birth anew,
A light refracted through a silver haze.
So speak, when time and wisdom softly blend,
A word to heal, to lift, to mend, to send.