Men’s daily lives will
be
the living precept
(You promise).
The words I have not
spoken
will come to life in
them.
Meanwhile, I study body languages
of myself and other lovers of Your seven bodies,
searching, inside and out,
for the birth of words for years unspoken
yet, shaped a lifetime on earth, on earth,
o Emmanuel, Emmanuel.
Await the living, breathing words among us,
precepts sown by silence –
evidential change, redemption, salvation.
Your only miracle, You said – to change the human heart.
Scholars scour the words you left behind.
I search for words You left unsaid,
in myself and others – to become the words,
to become the words You left unsaid.
O child of God, let it be, let it happen. Let it be,
leave it alone.
Undisturbed; undisturbed.
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