FOR BETH

Timing Is Everything

True words.
Real words.
Honest words that come from the heart
And fill the soul and mind
Can, when said at the wrong time,
Have an effect opposite the one intended.
When is the right time?
When is the wrong time?
Is it when it wells up inside to the point
That it can hardly be contained?
Is it when there are ears and heart
Open to recieve them?
Or somewhere in between?

There are words frozen in the throat,
Choking,
To be either spewed out in a rush
Of emotions and convictions
Or forced down into the stomach
To be broken apart,
Gleaned of their essence.
Then, excreted with the other waste.
As I sit here in the silence,
Confident that the time will come,
I pray to God above to give me
the patience,
The clarity,
The perception to realize
That
Timing is everything.