Unspoken

Sun lit particles glimmer,
drifting,
floating on
cool stream waters.

Leaf song reaches me.
Its tender melody
the voice of my soul's Lover.
The cool breeze His refreshing,
the warm sun
His strength upholding.

I am still.
In this present moment
there is only He and me
and this unspoken language,
in which He so profoundly
inexplicably
articulates
and satisfies.

Copyright Joy Chastagner June 2012