The Pure Language of Love
speaks not a word
It vibrates in The Stillness
where It’s message is ‘heard’

Mary Josephine Hession (https://web.facebook.com/maryjosephine.hession)
Maia Nature Photography & Poetic Light

I often feel so inspired by other bloggers…….

“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Words belong to all,
some pirouette in a symphony.
Everywhere they fall,
agencies of epiphany!

Poetic license dances about,
whispered embellishments,
unpublished doubts!

Nuanced renditions fill the air,
some land gingerly,
some with flair!

Untold narratives leap to life,
brave recollections,
we admire!

Swirling allegories of healing,
outspoken parchments
of believing!

I love to frolic with words, as they spin and rhyme,
utterances of light,
soupçons of the divine!

Lord God, be exalted as you soar throughout the heavens.

May your shining glory be seen in the skies!

Let it be seen high above over all the earth!

(Psalm 57:5 TPT)

I heard someone say that glory is however God chooses to express himself. I love it when he expresses himself on the canvas of the sky.