Never Talk Anymore

In the beginning were words

lots and lots and lots of words,

omnipresent, overabundant, overflowing,

telling of ancient stories, present thoughts,

and prayers for the future.

Then the talk of love grew quieter,

though still excited with recognition

that a new creation

had been called forth

where once was nothing.

Now, years later, words fade,

drifting back into the great silence

out of which all language and love come,

with the recognition

that words fail to convey

that which simply is,

embodied in shared experiences—

long giggles of delight,

a quiet dinner, a glancing touch—

profound adoration.