If I Speak With the Tongue of Men and of Angels

Even angel whispers And angel testimonies Are counted much as nothing If love brings no harmony Even heaven’s atmosphere Will not refresh the soul If there is no love to offer Healing to make you whole Even the song of angels Will not sooth or calm If there is no love to heal There is no other balm “Love is patient, love is kind.” It does not bring Tears that blind “It does not envy It does not boast” It does not harm those That it loves most “It does not dishonor It is not proud” It does not shame It does not cloud “It keeps no record of wrongs It always protects” It does not try to wound And it most never rejects “Does not rejoice in evil But rejoices with the truth” Does not try to demean By words that are uncouth “It always hopes And it perseveres” It does not fill Broken hearts with fears “Love never fails” This much I know Whether real or imagined Love abates sin's flow This pure kind of love Is divine but real With our stone cold hearts It's so hard to feel Angels weep and they sigh For they SEE love in HIS eyes The kind of love that never ends That wears no mask or disguise If I speak with the tongue of angels And I know all prophecy Yet I can’t be forgiving Of what has been done to me If I claim to know all mysteries And yet I fail to comprehend That humans are prone to err My love is not heaven sent. “Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” I Corithians 13 Eileen Manassian Ghali