Remember, believe,
do not forget, words
are not always your own.
If they are good words,
they are not yours.
For good words come
to those open,
those attuned in silence,
humble and ready,
listening and asking,
living and loving.
There are better words,
sentences of peace,
poems of grace,
prayers of understanding.
There is always silence,
that waiting,
that patience and stillness
moving hearts.
Remember that God remembers,
brings together,
sends Spirit, truth,
ever-flowing love.
And here words
show Word.
The language
of a stilled tongue
speaks volumes,
healing iniquitous vocabularies,
breathing life
through windy words.
(eighteen: 2 Timothy 4:10-17, Psalm 145, Luke 10:1-9; nineteen: Romans 4:1-8, Psalm 32, Luke 12:1-7; twenty: Romans 4:13, 16-18, Psalm 105, Luke 12:8-12)
Saturday, October 20, 2007
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