Tongues are a special anatomical invention
venting and will-work-wagging with varying convention.
Cute, creep-crawl creatures slurp slick-soft slugs and shoot
sticky, slop-mass-mounds of evolved flesh: pounce, reboot,
repeat, then lick. Look, the sublingual solitude
of a berry sized seed buried and
booed
for being so bothersome to the lingual
advantages
of being rational and speaking several languages;
bilingual; slow, but with strong accents and sloppy bursts
of, oh yes, ‘yeast-yawn’ palatals, well rehearsed
but, well, with sub-par pronunciation. The tongue’s
highest use, I think then, is as throne: the Son’s
place of respite leaving one tongue-tied with Majesty.
No wonder it’s so wonderful but wandering south can be a travesty,
just west of wicked minded inclination,
puffed and gassy, it is “Glossitis,” the glossy, grassy nation
where sometimes tongues don’t work so well and messy faces
and fingers result and things are said that spoil spaces.
A beloved creature, the tongue is drawing immense
pleasure in the eyes and heart of Coherence,
a beaming and affectionate Countenance,
the fruit of his satisfaction and love for tongue parlance,
of which his Son took one when he became Man,
learning to lip with lap, love and chat with twelve chosen kinsmen.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Good write Gary.
Are you of the 'you all' or 'y'all' variety?
The 'glossitis' reminded me of a joke.
Two traditional folk at church: 'Where's Mrs B?' one says.
'She's gone charismatic now' is the reply.
'Ohh, is she unwell then?' (i.e. is it a disease!) the first one said.
The joke may work better with a word ending in '-itis'. We could use your 'glossitis'.
We’ve got some ecumenical, charismatic movements in the Catholic Church. One such movement resulted in my brother and his wife leaving the church and becoming Southern Baptists. My father liked the old, traditional Latin Mass, the mass that was celebrated before Vatican II. Needless to say, when I finally reverted back to the Catholic Church (over 10 years ago) he was only slightly happy (as he had been previously praying fervently for my return) all the while bemoaning the progressive priests and modernist tendencies the church had appeared to have taken on. Well if Christ is really present in the Euacharist shouldn’t that be the most important focus? I would ask him - but he is set in his ways. Now he’s suffering a real crisis in bodily deterioration (some form of palsy) and can’t make it out of the house anymore. I ask the saints to intercede for him and bring back his joy in the Lord soon.
Thank you Orchidee. We are of the y’all variety here in Texas. There’s also “you guys” spoken in areas further north toward say New York.
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