Unspoken

Sun lit particles glimmer,
drifting over
misting,
stream waters.

 

Leaf song reaches me.
Its tender melody
the voice of my soul’s Lover.
The cool breeze His refreshing,
the warm sun
His strength upholding.

 

I am still.
In this present moment
there is only He and me
and this unspoken language,
in which He so profoundly
inexplicably
articulates
and satisfies.

 

Copyright Joy Chastagner June 2012

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

You have painted a very beautiful scene here. And I really love the meaning behind this. An unspoken language that can be understood in silence. That's when your minds are linked by the heart. Very good work here.