Friday, May 29, 2020

Oh My Word

Now that’s a curse. Think about it.
Even if you’re very adverse
To insulting your deity,

I doubt you worry you’ll injure
God with your vile impieties.
But your word? You know that’s precious—

Go back on your word, take my word
For it, your word’s worth will waver,
Then, battered and tarnished, decline.

Secretly, you well know your word
Gave birth to your divinity.
God, in a word, spoke creation,

And in the beginning was word,
Which started the whole discussion,
And, without word, no argument.

I need to learn to use this curse.
Believers unleash it often,
The scourge of church chatter, and worse.

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