Sometimes I roar about the things I should whisper about and whisper about the stuff I should roar about.
Sometimes my selfishness roars and my compassion whispers.
Sometimes my failures roar and my successes whisper.
Sometimes temptations roar and the Spirit whispers.
Sometimes I want to roar with the injustice I read about, but find myself whispering about it instead.
Sometimes I roar my opinion, when it would be much more powerful to first whisper a prayer.