I am not slow of speech
My tongue is
sharp
and quick
Too quick
I need to learn to hold it but
rarely manage
It lashes out when I am
anxious
or hurt
with words
that should be used for
healing
praying
teaching
loving
but sometimes I weave a shrewish shield
or
else
my heart is overfull and the words
spill over
saying too much
or too soon
or too much too soon
trying to hold on
but words are much too fragile for that
Moses see things
while he’s waiting for his words to come
He hears things
I miss things
Rushing with my words
Always trying to find the right word,
the pleasing
word
I am not slow of speech
But sometimes I think
I should be
Quiet
Does Moses hear the crackle of The Bush
in the echo of his soft stutter?
What miracles am I missing,
lost in these words
of mine?
Hush now.
Pen be still.
Mind be still.
Mouth closed
Heart open
Waiting to hear
where God will send me next.
-EKG’18