(. . . Thinking about 1 Corinthians 13-14)
If I were to speak in tongues,
someone would interpret
and edify, by praise or song,
beyond heavenly syllabic.
Ecstasy would take a seat
to reverential utterance,
with spirit-mind in harmony,
conveying faith as substance.
By “two or three”— the Good Book reads,
elders on each to reflect,
expressions explained by common speech
and judged in their collect.
Still, like Paul’s, my gift would call
the perfect into view,
that divine governance foretold,
where love’s own language rules.
If I were to speak in tongues,
someone would interpret
and edify, by praise or song,
beyond heavenly syllabic.
Ecstasy would take a seat
to reverential utterance,
with spirit-mind in harmony,
conveying faith as substance.
By “two or three”— the Good Book reads,
elders on each to reflect,
expressions explained by common speech
and judged in their collect.
Still, like Paul’s, my gift would call
the perfect into view,
that divine governance foretold,
where love’s own language rules.
