Song

What’s wisdom but a generous word
That when it’s kindly spoken
It soon repairs an ailing heart
That someone else has broken

For every heart has chambers which
Receive the Name Divine
To resonate its praises through
An intricate design

That when one breaks it interrupts
The orchestra of souls
And notes that rise to heaven rise
Despite the many holes

Yet words of kindness well restore
The timbre and the tone
To send the human song of praise
Unto the highest throne

And that in turn supplies the nūr
Whence gentle words are spoken
But how could such a wisdom be 
If hearts were never broken