A Word for You

God speaks a language 

unknown to man.

In his golden chariot 

he wheels around 

the heavens

and with words 

he creates 

beauty that no

mortal could 

possibly conceive.

We as humankind hunger 

to hear an utter of sound,

to embrace it 

into our language 

as one of our own.

We beg

 to posses the knowledge 

to speak of the divine.

-Ignorant we wander 

and wrestle with this fact.

As I gaze upon 

your beautiful face,

my helpless heart aches 

with frustrating pain. 

For there is no sound, 

no word of man 

ever created

that could ever 

describe what 

lies there.

So, 

I shall beg the lord 

for all eternity 

in hope 

that he will have 

mercy on this 

tormented soul!

Release the word 

that will free this 

troubled heart

-so I may once call you by it.