And immediately his mouth was opened and his tongue loosed, and he spoke, blessing God.
(Luke 1:64)
No good unless used for you:
only death, only a swallowing tomb.
No sweet grapes from a rotten vine;
no figs budding from a cursed tree.
When speaking, we curse; when silent, bones waste…
Until the words, He is risen. Why seek
the living among these yawning tombs?
Run. Tell the mourners.
Doubt has died.
This tongue has life to speak.
The Consolations of Writing 
His gates lead me
to Freedom
His narrow path
to Love
My vilest sin
Forgiven
His Life exchanged
for mine
I bear the name
He gave me
Embrace the fire
He sends
I am His child
forever,
Lord your Mercy
never ends.