Echoes From The Soul

Within the whirlwinds

that stir inside the heart

are the echoes from the soul,

the sounds of our deepest longings

every wisp that blows

from those caverns in our mind.

 

They carry the essence of our secrets

all the breaths from whom truly dwells

beneath the face we show to others.

 

And from the lips

comes those exhales of the energy

both of light and dark,

which can heal, love and praise

or slay, steal and lie.

 

For with heaven’s ears

are heard the sounds we say,

which by faith can bless or curse,

bind or help in Jesus’ name.

 

Words become a power

when they speak from our spirits,

can wound or inspire,

be the vortex from indwelling

that will flow over other lives.

 

Listened to by our Heavenly Father,

who can give those phrases

a chance to truly have life

beyond what we can sometimes imagine.

 

For they can become a joy 

when expressed with positive, uplifting tones

or something that if filled with darkness

only spreading a smothering negative shroud.

 

But they never are left

only floating in the air,

in many way we inhale them

to infuse our own lives with their affects

until we experience that scriptural truth

of reaping what we sow.

 

And they also drift into eternity

like particles of dust

where they cling to us

from the glitter of our thoughts,

only washed away

by the blood of the Lamb,

though the ones that were

radiant from being uttered

as wishes of peace and encouragement

continue to shimmer like gold.