Master Linguist

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Master Linguist, conjugate

A metaphor on Nature’s slate,

String Your Words like diadems,

Loose Your lexiconic gems.

Idioms, Creation’s cloak,

(Accents for the simpler folk)

Speak in volumes , tell in prose,

In every dialect disclose

The glory of Your Living Word.

Among the wonders I have heard,

I hear Your discourse in the breeze,

Syntax in the whispering leaves;

Alphabets in Milky Way,

Grammar at each breaking day.

Master Linguist, breathe in me

Words that shape my prosody.

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14 comments on “Master Linguist

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Your prosody is faring pretty well I think.

  2. tinamhunt says:

    I am a lover of words and the Word…and I love this.

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    Oh Mel! I gotta have this one for my keepsake box–5 Star indeed, I LOVE it.

  4. Debbie says:

    What a wonderful way to see Him! God bless you, Melody!

  5. you’re a sweet prodigy of beauty!

  6. Yun Yi says:

    Amazing connection between human spirit with the nature! Wounds sublimed!

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