If I could listen to the whispered words

      between the Lord, and one I hold dear

What shekinah would enfold, and cover  over me?

      What words would come to rest upon my ear?

Would the man that speaks unto the Lord  be joyful?

      . . .share a reverence, and a zest ,  because "I" live?

 Will I be found a worthy mate at Judgment?

      with a willingness to honor, and forgive?

Or will words  reaching  heavens gates sound  tainted?

       stained with ugliness , and crass remorse?

 Pray not, my fellow friend, your duty lies before you

      Will anger oversee your final course?

And place before. . . a path of devastation,

      two lives once lived in love now disagree.

 Your duty set before you . . .seek God the Father,

      your privilege is to love and oversee. . .this instrument,  

your helpmate. and your lover.

      Protect esteem,  . .  for all eternity.

Then lifting up a broken heart to heaven

      forgiveness Father, is the only plea

 Pray, listen to the words spoken often.

      Do they edify your Precious Lord?

Seek then, ever constantly, the Saviour

      before speaking out another tainted word.

(c) Priscilla Rose Wyatt