True voice of my deep heart,
without which I lose touch with joy, 
existing without substance, without 
meaning, do not leave me forlorn, 
wandering the desert in mute resignation, 
aching within and without,
nowhere at home.

Speak to me, O voice of my heart.
Speak in your wordless wholeness,
in your broken language,
and I’ll record in words 
what I hear in silence.
Speak, O my heart,
and I’ll write my way home. 

4 thoughts on “Speak, O my heart”

1. Yes! The true voice…I am trying to take the time to listen. Thank you for this beautiful poem

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   • Thanks for reading. And for listening.

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2. So meaningful to listen to you- as you respond to the call to silence-and as you encourage me to listen for the true voice.

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   • Thanks for reading and listening.

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