Waylaid Speech

Tongues waylaid in their speaking

By other tongues more prominent

Oft, out of vanity, build monuments

To their unspoken words. And in their

Daily seeking for a proper silence

In which they may pronounce that to which

Their whole soul has succumbed,

They are as one blind to all truth but their own

And bitterly chide that which does not pertain

To their own claim. Lord, may these words

Be not the tokens of a defeated whim
That in their speaking, they die without knowing

A higher truth than that which they hold within.

May they turn the soil of the heart

And sow saintly seeds of virgin love and temperance.

May they birth a rose of truth that speaks itself

Without vain presumption of something higher.