To wield your tongue as a scathing,
fiery punishment upon the ignorant
is to throw water into the sea.
It shall remain as ever,
for already their tongues are so against each other.
Rather, let your tongue pour forth sweet nectar,
soft honey, and gentle mist to coax their hearts to open.
Give them a new bread to eat and a purer wine to drink.
Provide a different coin of commerce,
one of love.
Then they can spend and their purses shall flow over.
Even as they spend, so shall their abundance surge.
Should a man be so eager to receive your bread,
even if you pour your heart into its making
if it appears the same as the bread he daily eats?
In your eagerness to pour your wine,
which you feel comes from juicier grapes,
is it not wise to consider how it may taste?
A bitter wine, poured passionately
is no less bitter and distasteful.
And if you know the agony of their shoes,
would you add agony with pebbles of judgment?
For the ignorant are raised in an invisible prison
and know not that they determine their sentence.
The seeker is a traitor to their world.
Truth is their destructor.
When it is placed before them,
they cringe as if from a sword.
Rather, let them see how the beauty of truth
flows in your footsteps.
Let the sound of them bring peace and insight.
Let your kindness softly glow from your eyes
rather than burn them with lasers.
Let there be a ready smile upon your lips
rather than a smirk of mockery,
for all of them believe that their values,
are their inseparable foundation and only sustenance.
A sculptor polishes not his sculpture with a rock,
and a tailor sews not with a butcher’s knife.
Words, in their strength, must have an appropriateness
which is fueled by love.
For the poison we pour forth will one day reach our own lips,
as we all drink from the same waters.
Truth shall evidence itself and needs not a taskmaster.
Let your heart be as a vessel of free-flowing love
rather than a hose that focuses such waters until they hurt.
The blind require a gentle hand to guide,
and would rather stumble alone
than be led by a grim, rough hand.
© 2015 William Suphan
- You Are An Individual, Just Like Everyone Else
- Before Water Takes Me