Words Not Uttered

I write to better see a sunset;
wrapped in words man cannot utter.
To learn the language of the wind,
to taste the flavor of raindrops,
to dance atop springtime clouds,
to let the sun find my skin’s shadow,
and then to exclaim I know where
it all came from in syllables sung
by birds and bugs on crisp early morn;
as I sit listening perched in an old oak.

“They who dwell in the ends of the earth
stand in awe of Your signs; You make
the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.”
Psalm 65:8

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19 thoughts on “Words Not Uttered

  1. learning the language of the wind…i like much… to better see the sunset… that’s a wonderful reason to write..to see things more clearly and learning about those different hues of life as well

  2. Sight of sunsets,rains and clouds, hearing the winds and everything of nature’s best. How these bring ideas of wonder is just unbelievable! Nicely Patricia!

    Hank

  3. Maybe we need to search the Gnostic texts, & the dead sea scrolls for that chapter that deals with the Poets, pious & profane, marching with Christ through the filthy dawn, always there, embedded, companions to history, co-creators of what we consider reality, and more, a hell of a lot more; don’t get me started.

  4. the language of the wind and flavor of raindrops….smiles…love that…it does up our senses up to new experiences…i love listening to all creations song…smiles.

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