to speak*…
If I am to be slow to spruik, to speak,
to say a word to others, in this world,
it’s prob’ly gunna be ’coz I’m too weak
to come across “on top” of all I’m told.
Then I won’t feel so confident myself
in knowing what to say that makes folk think
that I am truly knowing, wise & health-
-y. No jokes with a surreptitious wink!
‘Coz my own ego will feel bruised and warn,
not fresh - to battle up the hill, like goats.
Oh give me love’s own impulses, reborn
as crucified “with Christ” must then denote.
So here I hear his call once more to track
him through rejection by this world, and then
some unjust suffering & death, then back -
for forty days to hang about with friends.
And all this while I’m learning privately,
to keep an intimate “romantic”* life
quite flourishing, through which I’m re-viv-ed-
-ly nourished ‘coz love isn’t killed by strife!
So in this interchange, not built on words,
but giving rise to many “in their place”,
with bridge between the beings formed unheard
‘cept for the groanings love works into space.
And this gives rise (in ya’ way, YaHWeH God),
to new and living ways to walk on Earth,
not trying to be bolstered by this lot
I’m sent to show your love* to, since my birth.