We have lost the true language of love. Not the music, flesh meeting flesh,
But the language, kindness meeting kindness and loving speech cradled
By silence, the heart that listens solely for the joy of knowing yours.
Without this we are but broken instruments,
Left embittered with sad memories and fading hope
Having forgotten our way home.
So much of what they became
In the school hallways
I knew anything of strategy
Only curiosity existed until
The tool of authority
As the wall shattered
Driving nearly 2 hours round trip
to Share an Easter brunch
between school work and homework.
It amazes me how much beauty and joy
from the gift of Your consideration
Having earned a place in your mind and heart is surely
one of my most meaningful accomplishments.