Reading Notes W9: My Tongue Begs For the Power of Speech, Part B
"My Tongue Begs For the Power of Speech"
“My tongue begs for the power of speech that is Your gift to
us; for silence gets its style of representation from Your gift to us. The
melancholic weeping of those who live with disappointment is Your gift to us."
It appears like the author is speaking
with God. The dialect in the poem appears
to a greater degree a supplication than a sonnet. In numerous religions there
is a certain reverence one has when addressing God. The author is by all
accounts requesting permission to speak freely to God about what he is feeling.
It suggests that he may be furious yet does not have any desire to disrespect
God. The author explains to God how his silence has discovered a method of
communication his emotions to God. However, it does not suffice, he needs his
words to be heard. There are times when
our tears speak what our voice don’t have the courage to say, this is a gift
from God too. Yet, to purge his soul the
author needs to be truthful with God and yearns for the opportunity to do so.
The author continues to expressing the silence of his soul. "Daybreak's smothered lamp and autumn's wilted bloom are your gifts to us. The blossoming of wonder at the sights we see is tough loves gift the henna on the feet of death, the blood of slaughter's victims are your fits to us." The author is almost demanding a response as he mocks the sorrowful things he has seen or endured of people dying to young. He is questioning how can this be a gift if God is control of life and death. A man's devotion/reverence to God is the veil. They can not allow their pride to be exposed. The author suggest that they are expected to hide their true speech from God.
The end of the poem the author is stating that life is bittersweet because the fact is everything, good and bad comes from God.
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