by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
when charity
and gentleness
have leaked out of my brain
and what I get
when I reach in
is my ego so vain
I often speak
or maybe squeak
in words that make me blush
as I think
in a moment
what did I say in a rush
Love, help my mind in silence rest
my heart slow down
and mull
how You would have me show Your love
and my bad habits cull
touch others through me
as I grind my tongue
between my lips
and kiss Your cup instead of speaking
and from peace take sips
