A young man who started attending our church recently
was killed suddenly yesterday afternoon!
Oh, how our hearts ache for his sorrowing loved ones.
What were the last words they exchanged, I wonder
as I try to remember mine to my loved ones
should we not meet again this side of heaven?!
...and oh, how precious the memories that ring with the cadence of conversation and laughter!
Cadence of conversation mingles with the noise of life
It draws us into mutual worlds of kindred joys and strife
Filling the gap between us with chatter’s sweet melody
Like little brooks that sparkle from the meadow to the
sea
In coffee-shops, on sidewalks or along a crowded beach
Around the supper table flows the fellowship of speech
And oft we never give its interchange much thought at all
Tossing words back and forth like a weightless, colorful
ball
Cadence of conversation, how its common beauty cheers
We share our weight of creature cares, our hopes and
dreams and fears
And little do we think about the possibility
That what we say might be the final words from you or me
How precious is the sound that creates common ground and
such
Where we meet in the middle as talking and list’ning
touch
Then, as we think about it we should always keep in mind
That what we say will someday spill in echoes left behind
…and not, until the voice is gone from us forevermore
Do we so dearly crave what we took for granted before
When we, without much thought at all would share our
griefs and joys
…cadence of conversation mingled with life’s background
noise
© Janet Martin
Ephesians 4:29
Let no unwholesome talk come out of your mouths,
but only what is helpful for building up the one in need
and bringing grace to those who listen.
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