Unknown Tongue
Hordes gather in climate-controlled rooms
singing songs, lifting hands, dancing in
and out of aisles to fervored pitches.
They call it transcendence–bright lights, big holy.
Cries rise of “We want to know you, God.”
But God who knows all things whispers
from the rafters “I seriously doubt that.”
They cannot hear God’s doubts for God
speaks in the unknown tongue of stillness,
and sadly there’s no one there to interpret.
To know someone you must attempt to learn
their language. Mastery is not the goal but
rather the ability to carry on a conversation.
Then and only then can you with any believability
move ahead with claims of “Oh how I love you.”
I love seeing your words. They inspire me to put my own thoughts, hopes and dreams on paper more often. Thank you for sharing.
It’s so hard to tell
if
in the big sell
there are
hearts
even in the
fray
being silently
called
to sail away
to that distant
go the distance
conversational
connection
thoughtful
desire in the
pit
of the stomach
not ever knowing
all
called
faith
very perceptive and courageous!
True of both animals and humans who speak another language…even if they grew up with you as siblings.. Or live with you as loved ones. I will leave God’s language to those who understand.
WOW, insightful
I cannot quit thinking about this poem. The line that God speaks in the unknown tongue of stillness….keeps surfacing in my mind.
Thank you for this
Thank you, Amy.