The Unspoken Language

The Unspoken Language

 

Delivers hearts up high,

Strong feelings explore the outer realms.

Sending a cry from the soul,

To be heard… it never fails.

 

Utterance that can’t be formed,

But to let your spirit speak.

Finding their way to the Lord’s ear,

For whom they seek.

 

Genuine cries from the spirit

Give voice to the heart’s longings.

Taking complete control, or better still…

You surrender, unspoken words flowing.

 

Calling out to the Father,

Who knows the seeking heart.

A refreshing of the spirit takes place

When conversing in this art.

 

Between My Lord and I,

None else needs to hear.

Sometimes it’s a soft cry,

But sometimes… a firm petition in His ear.

 

Having not words to say,

It dwells from age to age.

Speaking to my Lord, for He understands

The unspoken language.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

June 9, 2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Melinda. I have always believed we can talk with God anytime we need.
"Having not words to say,
It dwells from age to age.
Speaking to my Lord, for He understands
The unspoken language."
I loved the above lines. A wise person see God in the sky, the water and the forest. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and leaving your thoughtful review.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Melinda.

[Chris Shaw]

Full of admiration Melinda for the strength of faith you show in your writings. May your Father forever hear your prayers. You write beautifully.

Chris

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading, Miss Chris.