“Everyone must be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger”. James 1:19.

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Above, yes beyond my head yearned high
But hung real low as wished to die

Abundant words abound do flow

A way wispy smoke can even spin
As pencil thin

into flared nostrils
grows:

Like poisonous gas seeps
deadly within when dispensed haughtily
from an arrogant friend.

For these sounds do evoke a wind–
Tornado called. Useless to defend

To blow away a noisey insist
To stay to pierce me to persist
Onto path one feels is better found.

In self-pronounced wisdom, actually more sound?

So they teaspout their inner thoughts
Not welcome for not felt profound.

My sayings from a wounded heart
Discarded as brash, not even sought
Though plead I do for silent space
To vent a pain prayed to erase.

Who speaks a phrase of golden hue
Without a share of more than few?

Whose gone outside a window flew
To wisdom gain for me to do
Without a consult of my brain
Of life or wants or values gained?

I’d love it if a warm bended ear
Would become an eye inside to peer
And hear my thumps rapid in fear
Then tell me true: I’m for you near
To lift you up. To hold you, dear.

To hold you, dear.
To hold you dear.

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“Like apples of gold in silver carvings
Is a word spoken at the right time.” Pro. 25:11.