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.

And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.

2 Kings 6:17 (KJV)

The poem is a prayerful plea for divine revelation, inspired by the biblical story of Elisha. It asks God to open the speaker’s eyes to see beyond earthly trials and fears, revealing the unseen spiritual reality—symbolized by blazing chariots and horses ascending toward the stars. The speaker seeks clear, pure vision to discern biblical truth, awaken the soul, and inspire praise for God’s name, reflecting a deep desire for faith and connection to eternity.

Lord, like Elisha long ago,
Through trials fierce, your might to show,
Open our eyes that we may see,
The light unseen, eternity.

Chariots blaze with holy fire,
Horses climb where stars aspire,
Beyond the shroud of doubt and fear,
Your host stands near, so strong, so clear.

Grant us sight, so pure, so true,
To pierce the dark, find what’s biblically true,
A vision vast, a sacred beam,
Awake our souls to praise your name.