What more can be said that hasn’t been said?
Language limits my emotional articulation
Till I am spilling over with the unspoken,
Exploding with the unexpressed!
So I sit in pregnant silence waiting.
Only Holy Spirit can write, can flow,
Can say what is needed to fill the vacuum.
I wait and He comes in like a gentle breeze
Blowing through the cobwebs of anxious striving,
Helping me trust enough to stay still.
It’s not what needs to be said that matters,
It is letting all the feelings freely flow.
Even unintelligible noises and tears and laughter,
Or the fluency of imagination’s visual flight,
Bring deep inner peace to my soul again.
I focus on Him instead of my passion, and
He sets me free to be me…
Contemplative in every expression of emotion.

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