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.
(from Spoken For, 2014)
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