@Taali Some of my old poems have been published a collection of faith poems from different writers and shared points of view.
A 'slightly' modified version of one of them👋
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When Words Fall Short.
Whatever do you mean with words?
Are vocabularies not absurd?
Can language bind two souls as one?
Can such a thing be truly done?
For I cannot through speech relay
Why I became myself this way.
Be moments bitter, sweet, or strange,
Our hearts still move beyond exchange.
Good times may paint glad smiling faces,
Yet spoken words are merely traces
Of deeper bonds that lie beneath,
For joy exceeds what language speaks.
Laughter resists all careful spelling,
As tears expose what pain is telling.
Jealousy burns with scarlet fire,
While rage climbs higher and higher.
And hidden thoughts within us yearn
For goodness they themselves still burn.
Can living truth be fully stated?
Or only partly translated?
Can written pages truly hold
The living pulse beneath the soul?
For every moment leaves behind
Far more than speech can ever bind.
Can tongues interpret honestly
What twists through thought so endlessly?
For words may point, but rarely show
The deeper currents far below.
And cunning darkness often lies
By weaving falsehood into minds.
Please know the heart beneath the phrase,
For language walks through hidden haze.
Even well meaning words require
Living love's cleansing fire.
For truth itself needs no defence,
Nor endless human evidence.
See compassion softly bending
Toward the weak instead of condemning.
See hope restore a weary face,
And gratitude awaken grace.
Feel joy break through the darkest weather,
As wounded souls heal back together.
Trust itself knows neither wall nor fear,
Love makes divided people near.
Truth lives older than mere phrase,
Deeper than our speaking ways.
Words upon reality’s flame
Can never fully name its name.
So are these lines but shadows cast?
Poor reflections fading fast?
Can language hold salvation’s breath,
Or chain eternity to text?
For even a very well written word
Points beyond what has been heard.
Rather what your heart receives
Shapes the life your spirit weaves.
And every stand through word or deed
Will bear its fruit from planted seed.
Yet where loving truth becomes reality,
No words ought to chain living life freely.
