Without words

This is a poem for when we don’t know what to pray, when the hurt is too much or we feel helpless.
God bless
“Without words”
I am without words for this moment.
They say the Spirit speaks for us at times like these,
and I wonder what it would say.
Maybe it is a poet: God, the terror confines him,
blinds him, binds him. Slip peace
onto the blisters of the unknown tomorrows
and soothe the heart that grieves for the easy days past
Maybe it is a chanting priest: Holy God, give peace. Holy God, give peace.
Holy God, give peace.

Maybe the Spirit sings, and maybe it clamors.
Maybe it shouts, maybe it whispers.
Maybe all it says is my name,
and God listens.
Creative Commons License
Without words by Briana Batty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Duncan
    May 02, 2017 @ 07:48:21

    Excellent poem. I love the concept of a holy spirit that operates in different ways for different people.


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