Languages...

Languages
We listen to them, hear their sounds
know their roots.

Love and hate
their tones, their rules, their every word
that they say.

Comparing,
lost in a world of difference
we probe them.

But did we
ever stop and think that He has
made them all?

Hear them now,
they reflect their maker, praise Him
show you love.


The harsh notes,
the poetry being sung now,
intricate
sentences, that fill up your ears,
short, swift words,
crazy letters, difficult rules,
they all speak
as they surround and swallow me.
They tell me
of beautiful secrets
and of love.

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