My ears are
not here to
listen to your
nasty words.
If it doesn't
bring solace and
healing to comfort
my tender heart,
then keep silent,
and be quiet
for it makes
my ears tingle.
My ears are
also neither for
decorations,
nor just to
wear earrings but
as a satellite dish
designed to sensitise
my being,
feed my soul
with things that
edify my heart
and leave the fairest
impressions of love
to ignite my life
with the fire of
the spirit to
light my path.
Speak to me
only the words
that resonates with
my soul in
response to completeness
of your love.
Out of the heart
the mouth speaks
good or evil,
both the words,
the mouth and
the heart becomes
corrupt or give life,
defile or sanctify
the whole body system,
to become *****,
or a saint.  
It's time to
mend your words
and like the
flow of honey,
let your words
come out so sweet,
to comfort the
brokenness of every heart.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.