A tongue need not be sharpened to a sword,
Nor drenched in endless tides of sound—
Eloquent is the silence that unfolds,
When truth is felt, not merely found.
The Power of Silence
It glows in pauses thick with meaning,
In eyes that speak when lips are still;
It shapes the air, both sharp and healing,
A quiet force, a steady will.
The Language of Love
It dwells in tears that fall unbidden,
In hands that hold, in wounds that mend;
More eloquent than words once written
Is love that lives beyond the end.
