Sunday February 27th: Let the heart speak

Wait! Let them words take the shape that resembles the contours of your heart.

Luke 6: 39-45

Every tree is known by its fruit, every heart by its words and deeds. All of us speak only from the abundance in our hearts, else we choke. Still, don’t speak too quickly, wait; wait, let them words take the shape that resembles the contours of your heart.
Bookman, tired out by the refrain, ‘chile, pick-up yuh book nah !’, crossed the Savannah stage and read from the upsidedown tome, straight from the heart. He said, ‘hear dis man, go home and walk with yuh brudda first, before yuh come here to journey with me.’
Then ah grumbling sound shook the stage, the Hammer was leading a multitude of desperate flag wavers, the rocket pan echoing in everyone’s heart, and the smooth tenors from Spree healing all rifts among brothers and sisters. Bookman disappeared, just the tome towering above the crowd like ah Minshall mas’ and the announcer still echoing, ‘walk with yuh brudda properly, then walk with me.’ And trailing the crowd a child was cleaning powder from her eyes.