I am not one with many spoken words for my tongue is slow and does not bode well with elegant phrases.  My speech, clumsy and nervous, at best.  For silence does keep my hidden heart.  It keeps it safe, unseen, and unheard.  My fears, the cause, I do not know.  But my fears and my passions and more never truly will be shared through spoken words.

 The shyness of my tongue, a blessing?  A gift given to make me learn, to make me grow, to make me learn to share.  How I do not know.  

 But wait!

 Through paper and pen I find the truth, the truth and escape.   Words written may be seen but never heard.   Words upon parchment may be seen by only my eyes or may be shared with others.  That is my decision.  For they are like the heart.  Delicate, fragile, strong yet weak.  Large enough to share everything but too small to hold it all.  Its pulse constant but changing.  Its beat, the driving cause behind one’s dreams, one’s hopes, one’s everything.  

 As with the heart, with its changing beat so are my words.   Confused, unsorted, unknowing they, the words of speech, the words of mouth escape my tongue, escape my lips.  I wish to speak but only air can be seen. 

 I kneel, I pray, I ask that words may be heard.  I know they are I know they are there for there is One who said it all through, His undying love and willing sacrifice did show the way.  To Him I must trust, to Him I must believe.  To Him I must say, “My faith is strong.” 

 But how can one say, “O Lord, my faith, it is strong,” when words escape his lips? 

 I know, I know that nothing is given, it is earned and learned.  Treasures are not made of earthly riches but are again held within the sacred bounds of a heart.  They are experiences and blessings, true joy, true happiness.

 I know that even if the words are not there, and confusion, silence, and fear are all that are heard, I know the heart will still somehow be heard.  

 However, we must be patient.  We must understand.  I wonder, could the heart be like a dove?  Could it be like a still small voice?  If it is, when was the last time I listened?   When was the last time I felt?

Be patient please, for I know the words will come.  Some how I will find those words and when I do how great shall I sing.  For then will answer strong, the truth of the heart.