Beyond the Tongues of Men and Angels

Poem inspired from a Bible Quotation- for Slam

Rain streaked cymbals
chiming in pairs
to the wind’s hollow brass notes
but the tongue alone
has no voice
to echo my heart,
though I speak with the tongues of men
and of angels.

And
If I
have not charity,
I am become as sounding brass,
or a tinkling cymbal.

Yet,
between my mountaintop
hiding in mists
and yours
where eagles nest
no language divide
no ravine of sorrows,
only summer blossoms' aroma
and rapture
floating through
sun-tipped iridescent skies
in eloquence of synchronicity
for bliss everlasting.


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"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.”
1 Corinthians 13:1