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.