Poem: Language of the Soul

In the depths of our being, where words can’t suffice,
There lies a language, the soul’s own device.
Beyond the realm of letters and sounds,
It whispers truths that go far beyond bounds.

In this language of the soul, we find solace and peace,
A silent conversation that will never cease.
No need for translation or dictionary’s aid,
For the heart understands what cannot be conveyed.

It speaks in whispers of love, so pure and divine,
Revealing emotions that can’t be confined.
It sings of joy in melodic delight,
And weaves tales of sorrow in the depths of the night.

It paints vibrant landscapes with colors unseen,
Creating beauty where existence has been.
It dances with dreams, both wild and untamed,
Guiding us through paths only souls have named.

This language of the soul is a sacred communication,
An essence of our being, a divine revelation.
It connects us to others with a mystical thread,
When spoken, it heals, and removes all dread.

So let us embrace this language so grand,
And surrender to its guidance, hand in hand.
For in the depths of our souls, it holds the key,
To unlock the truest version of you and me.

Thank-you for reading.

Many blessings to all.

Much love and light,

Brenda Marie