The sonnet portrays swearing as a form of verbal violence that wounds God’s heart, disrupting the sacred peace with its harshness. It compares curses to thorns and shadows that defile holiness, urging readers to recognize speech as a divine gift meant to uplift rather than harm. The poem calls for restraint, encouraging words of love and mercy that honor God, ultimately advocating for a reverent and Christ-honouring use of language to reflect reverence and honour for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!

The words we cast, like stones upon the air,
Do wound the silence, sacred and serene,
A violence veiled, yet sharp beyond compare,
That rends the heart of God, though oft unseen.
Each curse, a thorn, pressed deep in holy ground,
Each oath profane, a shadow on His grace,
The tongue, unbound, lets loose a bitter sound,
Defiling peace that once adorned this place.
Oh, let us guard the breath we dare to spend,
For speech, a gift, should lift the soul above,
Not tear the veil where mercy seeks to mend,
But echo forth the tones of boundless love.
So still the storm of words that harm and scar,
And speak what honors God’s heart, pure and sure.