To speak in tongues
is as an inane disciple
in tryst to hide intended impulse
that only The Spirit can interpret
to conclude the obfuscated reason.
We, yes we all, have tongues of fire
asperging smoke as incense to the soul
attentuated to its hot embers,
flickering , in need of bellows
to burn the thrust of words.
Thus with all the tokened words of tongue,
receivers must be enlivened
to augment the aurora of
words the auctorial whisperer unfolds
lest speech become a dried up billabong.
O,wondrous vib atickle the ear
in nuanced dance of syllable
directing its distinguish of joy or ire
obliterating importune syllepses
determined by the will and temper.