Soul-speech

As for me, I will be vindicated and will see your face;
    when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.

Psalm 17:15

The wellspring of wonder never runs dry

If the heart is in tune with The Giver

So, sometimes we just stand and let the eye

Hear what words cannot deliver

Thought garners words within its reach

And fumbles, oft with vain appeal

To satisfy through its beseech

The tempest of fathoms we feel

Grief-loss, hope-joy evokes the tongue

To utter words it cannot free

Save stutters, while the heart is wrung

With sentimental empathy

Thus, when the best of thought is mute

And mouth inept where words beguile

We resort to word’s deeper root

A touch, a hug, a tear, a smile

© Janet Martin

Sometimes the wellspring of words is parched as we struggle to pen wonder 

or heart-hunger in full measure!