The Words We Cannot Utter
Can you recall a time
When words could scarcely say,
The sorrows on your mind
Or joys of yesterday?
It often is the case
When urge is met with pause,
That silence stills our tongues
And minds us of our cause.
A broken heart disdained;
A love you gladly found:
Words we cannot utter
Lay littered on the ground.
I’ll fix them in my hands
And mail them to the stars,
For surely God will hear
And heal our carnal scars.
If e’er you lose your voice
Amongst the noisy clutter,
I’ll speak on our behalf
The words we cannot utter…
Copyright © Michael G. Weston | Year Posted 2024
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