Inarticulate Accumulations
I hear the sounds of
many waters,
rushing winds,
and gentle breezes.
Of babbling brooks,
crackling fires,
and towering trees
dropping their leaves
one.
by.
one.
At once
they join
in the most holy sound
of all.
in the silence…
in the stillness…
that fully utters
inarticulate
accumulations
of the sounds
of God
Who walks
among us
In a bit of apprehension, I share this with you. I make no claims to be a poet. I certainly do not scrutinize words or proper ways to write. I just write. As it comes. Because it ministers to me… and I hope it ministers to you. So… flawed… yet grateful… I share this with you. May God fill your heart with inexpressible delight as you draw near to Him today. Mary ♡