This writer speaks to my heart and soul. His imagery just smacks me in the face and wraps me in its coils. Oh to write like this!
Speaking of Tongues
I am a serpent, coiled between your teeth,
A blade forged in hell, pulled free from its sheath,
A friend of the fire, a fanner of flame,
A beast that no man, is able to tame.
Who am I?
I am a healer, the linguist of life,
The organ whose keys, hymn peace amidst strife.
I can mute evil, make angels rejoice.
I've learned to be still, when heaven gives voice.
Who am I?
A treasure of light or Pandora's box?
A life-giving balm or death-dealing pox?
Who am I?
I am what you choose me to be.
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