speak . . .
. . .aloud
for those whose voices
have been stilled
by all who know best;
. . .in whispers,
to a child
tossing and turning
in fear's fever;
. . .caroling
the joy of bathing
in grace's sweet arms.
keep quiet . . .
. . .tongue-tied
when caressed
in a seaside sunset;
. . .tight-lipped
rather than flapping
one's gums
in gossip;
. . .muting
that inalienable right
to lash out
in anger.
there is a time to speak
as well as a time to be silent . . .
may i discern
the right time,
Word of my heart.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
. . .aloud
for those whose voices
have been stilled
by all who know best;
. . .in whispers,
to a child
tossing and turning
in fear's fever;
. . .caroling
the joy of bathing
in grace's sweet arms.
keep quiet . . .
. . .tongue-tied
when caressed
in a seaside sunset;
. . .tight-lipped
rather than flapping
one's gums
in gossip;
. . .muting
that inalienable right
to lash out
in anger.
there is a time to speak
as well as a time to be silent . . .
may i discern
the right time,
Word of my heart.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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