Test
Talents offspring, not ingress
nor decimate of soul's transgress
the effigy of heart's duress
is "silence" ~ without word's address!
So spreading, lose my worth's suggest?
Err not, the motive is repress,
my ear not beckoning regress
but waiting, listening, no recess!
The matters implementing stress
must not be heard, but felt, impress
if not the message, why am blest
to so maneuver crowd's ingest!
Disciples speaking, not conquest
the role of prophets so confess
that thought and feeling, give my best
the saving, instigate ~ no less~
So listening, with the heart's express
fields action, stemming from . . . . the test!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2014
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