Words
A to Zyzzyva
Words
All we have to explain
Ourselves to us
Us to ourselves
Words to describe
A universe undescribable
Words to enrich
Knowledge
Words of sorrow
Words of love
Words of joy
Words of pain
Words of description
Words of hatred
Vitriol
Lust
Jealousy
Anger
Spite
War
Just words...
Peace
Atonement
Acceptance
Reconciliation
Truce
Just words...
Mankind uses too many words
Sometimes nonverbal is best
Communication without words
Stroke
Kiss
Touch
Clasp
Hug
Gaze
Smile
Let your soul talk
As your tongue stills
Stop
Listen...
Hearbeats
Breath
Wind
Birds
Rustling trees
Grass growing
Flowers opening
Ciccadas singing
Bullfrogs croaking
Waves crashing
Rain pattering...
A symphony
Too often lost neath the babble
A musical crescendo
Of glorious sound
To draw us in
An orchestra
Playing our song
If only we would stop spouting words
And listen to what is being said
Listen for the susurrus
Live in the moment
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Susurrus: a low, soft, rustling, whispering or humming sound, such as might be made by the wind in trees or grasses, snakes, bees, or people speaking quietly to one another in number
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About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
Never mind. I give up.
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