Monday, July 9, 2012

Gracious Insufficiencies

Of things too near and dear to me
It seems I cannot speak
Or breathe its form in inept verbal art
I tremble, for the pen I hold
Is powerful, yet weak
Too weak to spell the silence of the heart

Though pulses throb with quiet want
To spill its candid draught
The pen obeys the movement of the hand
The words I crave dangle and taunt
Unformed within my thought
Sealed just beyond my beckoning demand

Perhaps there are no syllables
To shape our deeper pines
Is this life’s gracious insufficiency?
Perhaps it is enough for us
To read between the lines
And understand what word can never be

© Janet Martin


  1. It is with a thankful heart that I rest in the Spirit that intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.

    And I am thankful for the Spirit's leading in reading between the lines.

    A beautifully written piece Janet.


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