So thick it speaks
its own language,
No words,
No songs,
No sighs,
Yet I still here something.
It cuts,
It pierces through all
that's been left unsaid,
It floats through the darkness,
It clears out the cobwebs,
It straightens out the confusion
in the midst,
It aligns,
It empowers,
It directs,
Yet nothing was spoken out loud.
-Ruby Heaton
