Love's vernacular

Love’s vernacular                                                                                    

No wonder You kept silent.  No one

knew what You were talking about!

Mighty lonesome in a world where

so rarely spoken is love's vernacular. 

O, how You roared and raged;

shouted;  paced Your cage.

Your silence fell upon deaf ears. 

All Your efforts were about love.

Love, we know not the meaning of the word.

And our own silence – we reject out of hand,

deathly afraid of it – the silence of submission;

the silence of non-existence.

O child of God, why speak of Meher?

Silence is the language of love.