Words

Words

The silence was there, but few would listen.

The vision was given, only to be revealed to the blind.

The path was clear, but still, many would stumble.

The stillness, the joy, the peace, was all too present.

Yet often, it would remain obscured.

Love was to be spoken, and written, but not understood.

For words can not truly define,

What is beyond words.
 

Lafleche