Bitter

Stone on my tongue
cold and bitter
grit rasps my teeth
sets them on edge
sharp and dangerous;
my heart is in my mouth.

Take this heart of stone
the bitter grit;
feed me sweet flesh
feed me sweet honeyed
words of kindness.

Soothe my sour tongue.
Let me speak love.

This entry was posted in poetry, prayer and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s