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The unspoken conversation

Pray for me, brother;  
There are words stuck behind my tongue  
That I have carried in my heart,  
For life can tire the tongue—
Because our moments for words are few.   

The world does not welcome words, brother.  
I am weary of the heaviness in my eyes,  
Though no fault has ever been yours,  
Because I am the creator of my own path.  

My tired spirit has wept an ocean—  
An ocean in a desolate land with ripples,  
Perhaps to guide me through Jordan's stream,  
Or to lead me in a world of sin and care.  

Dear brother, pray!
I am tired of many 'afters'—  
I gaze at the stars with a bitter sigh.  
I wish I could articulate my fear  
Even with my trembling tongue,  
Because when I hear, "God is love,"  
It feels like a lie.



Copyright © Steve Anc

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