We Wouldn't Need To Whisper Poem by Alexander Beebe

We wouldn't Need To Whisper

My baby and I could live on a sailboat.
We'd retire our shoes for bare feet.
We wouldn't need to whisper because
the sea is never offended, even when
she shares her feast. No political
correctness, no left wing or right no
need to keep our faith closed in tight.
We'd just sail with style and grace and marvel
at God's might. My baby and I could live on a sailboat.

My baby and I could live on a deserted Island.
We'd retire our mattress for the soft warm sand.
We wouldn't need to whisper because a
deserted island is never offended, even when
the storms hit land. Kinship would be
abundant because a lonely Island
knows how to behave. An Island
knows her beauty and knows why she
was made. My baby and I could live on
a deserted Island.

My baby and I could live in a tree house.
We'd retire our brick and mortar for
a 360-degree view of God's creation.
We wouldn't need to whisper because a
tree house is never offended, even
when the strong winds test relations. No
need to apologize for perceived offenses,
no need to listen to false pretenses.
A tree house knows its purpose and gives
its host and abundance of healing.
My baby and I could live in a tree house.

My baby and I could live by a soft flowing stream.
We'd retire our garden hose for the water that God brings.
We wouldn't need to whisper because a stream is never offended,
even when the oaks shed their leaves as intended. No need for
reparations for what our ancestors did. No need to keep
apologizing for a time none of us lived. A stream
lives in harmony and shares her cool flowing gift.
My baby and I could live by a soft flowing stream.

Yes, my baby and I could live just about anywhere is seems,
a sailboat; a island; a tree house; a stream.
Anywhere we can share His glory and speak His name.
Anywhere we can share our faith with those different or the same.
Anywhere we wouldn't need to whisper when speaking His name.

Whispers lead to silence….and silence snuffs the flame.