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.”




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  1. Kay Hanevik on October 30, 2019 at 8:51 am

    I love seeing your words. They inspire me to put my own thoughts, hopes and dreams on paper more often. Thank you for sharing.

  2. nancymariedavis on October 30, 2019 at 10:37 am

    It’s so hard to tell


    in the big sell

    there are

    even in the

    being silently
    to sail away

    to that distant
    go the distance

    desire in the
    of the stomach

    not ever knowing

  3. alice scott-ferguson on October 30, 2019 at 2:17 pm

    very perceptive and courageous!

  4. Annie B on October 30, 2019 at 3:21 pm

    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.

  5. Helen Williams on October 30, 2019 at 4:35 pm

    WOW, insightful

  6. Amy J Brown on November 2, 2019 at 6:56 am

    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

    • John Blase on November 2, 2019 at 10:18 am

      Thank you, Amy.

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