Sitting On My Tongue

Sitting on my tongue --
how awkward,
how uncomfy,
how impossible!

My tongue will wag on
when it wants,
and where it wants,
however it wants.

Trying to tame it?
unable,
impossible,
forget about it!

So -- what's the latest?
what's juicy,
what's scandalous?
I can hardly wait.

I can never gossip!
How could I.
I hear nothing,
laying on my ears.

Called to Pray

Lord, You have called me to pray

            For strength before the needs arrive;

            Before the thought of evil comes.

            At the first tiny, niggling nudge,

I am called to pray harder.

Lord, I have been called to pray

            For peace within this weary world;

            For those who let the evil live,

            Who seem to bask in doing wrong.

Lord, I am still called to pray.

Lord, You have called me to pray

            For love to flow towards evil hearts

            And cause those hardened hearts to melt

            That they, in turn, may start to change;

That they, too, be called to pray.