Silent Language

"I like you; your eyes are full of language."

Anne Sexton

As a youngster I was excited to understand the English language with all of the  inconsistencies and to master diagraming sentences; but my passion was in placing words upon a page with invested creativity.  My obsessive reading widened  vision throughout my life.   

As all of these experiences gathered within my head, my heart began prompting me to use my voice.  I learned to tone my words for the comfort of others and in return, they would tell me of the pain lingering behind their eyes.  This too was language.

   

Language can be seen in the excited eyes of the toddler or the well creased and wrinkled eyes of the elder.  Then again, language may be best felt in the comforting arms of each other.  Language can be spoken, heard, or observed.  The silence in the heart may be the most complicated language of all.

Kicking and Screaming Down the Aisle

"Put your ear down close to your soul

and listen hard."

Anne Sexton

A mother was bent over cautiously speaking to her little child who happened to be rebelling.  "I thought we talked about this at home?"  She yanked the child's arm asking, "Are you listening to me?"  The child continued on, uncontrollably sobbing.

For whatever reason, this turned my thoughts to the relationship I have with the Divine.  I beg, I plead and I cry.  When there is silence, I falsely assume that things are good.  Sure enough, I receive exactly what I requested, and it turns out to be a terrible choice!

Is it trust that prevents me from bending down and acquiescing to 'Thy will be done"?  It is not wrong to ask, but faith  needs to be embraced  during the silence that follows.  Divine Spirit has far greater vision into my life than I do.  Besides, I want to be a soul that listens ever so closely, and not the child kicking and screaming down the aisle.