Tongue Tied 2 Poem by Mary Champion

ANCIENT WISDOM SPEAKS

The ancient stones stand tall and still,
dark and dank upon the hill.
The words are formed, but all unheard.
The mem'ry stirs, but stays interred.
Something pulls my soul toward
the dungeon where my secret's stored.
But dare I raise it to the light,
or keep it in the troubled night?
The echoes of the ancient stones
resonate within my bones.
A voice is calling - set it free-
would I could, but cannot see.

Here's the place that I belong-
so why the fear that I am wrong?
The root of all my being's here.
The truth I seek draws ever near.
But still I cannot see or touch
the insight that I need so much.
For all the Truth I've found and writ,
there is no worth - no not a whit.
For still in shadows dark I hide
beloved Wisdom, all denied
to those whose hearts weep for its balm,
who seek redemption from the harm.

The ancient stone, my prison still.
No word escapes from this bleak hill.
My secrets covered all with lies,
the glorious truth my tongue denies.
If only I could learn to give
they would renew their will to live.
But I can only seek and take,
until his kiss stings me awake.
Wisdom locked - I can't set free,
For he alone can turn the key.