The Prayer Of One Who Watches [Poetry]

The power of words to heal are undeniable,
Beautifully moulding hearts shattered by the cruel choices of men.
Like dancing fairies, they swirl to form a vibrant chord,
Charming the darkest souls with the light.

The shrivelled soul writhes in pain from intense tongue lashing,
When one wields the power of words,
Anger and hate curls its way through and spears the heart,
Ripping, without reverence for empathy and understanding.

The softest whispers ensues from a most calming voice,
Its echoes reverberate, running tremors through me.
Enchanting even, and I'm swayed to listen,
So my aching heart may be pacified.

Such soothing words are a gift to disperse,
To heal as many hurting souls.
That their faces may be illuminated
Like golden globes floating in the sun's ethereal light.

The prayers of One who watches,
May every word chime like a lyrical trance,
To ignite minds to courage and love,
To heal souls and bridge gaps where hopelessness endures
And the world is set free into a boundless sea of possibilities.

What meaning do you make of these verses? I'll gladly welcome your thoughts in the comments.

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