April 18, 2011

Speak

You, Your voice
     so subtle, so lush

You drip in to my cracks and gaps
     fill them in with morning-light Life
   You hum

My words
     to express yours
          not quite right
        they smush and flatten
     halt, herky-jerky

So I'll just listen

     Speak






This poem was written for a ladies tea night, where everyone was to bring a poem on a specific subject. That night's subject was Holy Spirit. I was contemplating that place where you hear the Holy Spirit speaking to you, and try to communicate it to others, and how it's never really quite the same.

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