Post 234--The Word and words

Hi, I'm back. It's been too long, I know. I have given excuses and reasons for long absentees, but won't waste your time on that today.  Flew in from Boston last night and am still jet lagged. So, I hope that the lag does not make me sound lagged!  At any rate, the piece below is not mine; so, it should be safe. 

I do hope I will be more faithful from now on.  The pressure of my other writings is less, which gives me more freedom to pay attention to this blog.  Happy reading!

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The Words for ‘What If…’

https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/the-words-for-what-if/

When I first posted this poem on facebook I prefaced it with this remark: For different reasons we have all on both sides of the Atlantic, been reflecting on the way our words can travel and unravel beyond us, on the need to care for the tenor of what we say, here’s a poem reflecting further on that:

 “But I say unto you, that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.” Mathew 12:36-37

What if every word we say
Never ends or fades away,
Gathers volume gathers weigh,
Drums and dins us with dismay
Surges on some dreadful day
When we cannot get away
Whelms us till we drown?

What if not a word is lost,
What if every word we cast
Cruel, cunning, cold, accurst,
Every word we cut and paste
Echoes to us from the past
Fares and finds us first and last
Haunts and hunts us down?

What if every murmuration,
Every otiose oration
Every oath and imprecation,
Insidious insinuation,
Every blogger’s aberration,
Every facebook fabrication
Every twittered titivation,
Unexamined asservation
Idiotic iteration,
Every facile explanation,
Drags us to the ground?

What if each polite evasion
Every word of defamation,
Insults made by implication,
Querulous prevarication,
Compromise in convocation,
Propaganda for the nation
False or flattering peruasion,
Blackmail and manipulation
Simulated desparation
Grows to such reverberation
That it shakes our own foundation,
Shakes and brings us down?

Better that some words be lost,
Better that they should not last,
Tongues of fire and violence.
O Word through whom the world is blessed,
Word in whom all words are graced,
Do not bring us to the test,
Give our clamant voices rest,
And the rest is silence.

Also published (and audio reading)

on January 27, 2011 by cslewisfoundation

http://www.cslewis.org/blog/what-if-a-poem-by-malcolm-guite/

 you can listen to him reading the poem here).