Sometimes
when we speak
the language of Love
we speak without words,
we speak without words
as we withhold the harsh retort
the acrid answer.
Other times the lullaby in our hearts
sings out in speechless tenderness
the unheard melody beloved by Keats.
He who walks the extra mile in silence speaks
as he who listens to Love by
performing deeded duties,
broadening his shoulders.
He who perseveres though winter hides the sun—
he knows the strength of silence.
Who does not need to sing/speak/hear/know
the words of God's love?
I need to learn the language
You need to learn the language
the genius in words needs to learn
the language of Love.
