I consider myself a reasonably eloquent person. I am proud of the fact that I have the gift of being able to express my thoughts and ideas in a way that is easily understood. I can use deep and profound words if I wanted to. But most of the time, I can explain it to you as though you were a 5-year old.
But sometimes, for some things, there are no words.
I feel as profoundly as I think and as I speak. And feelings are far more complicated and far more complex than the vocabulary I carry. So even though I try, even though I reach deep into my brain, tapping into the two languages I know to find the words to express the strength of my emotions, words will fail me.
When that happens, the only thing left is to communicate to you thru action. So I reach out to hug you. My hope is that in this gesture, your heart understands what is in mine. That somehow, some way, you hear what I cannot say and you receive what I am trying to give.
And when even that fails, know that in my silence, I have prayed for you.
But sometimes, for some things, there are no words.
I feel as profoundly as I think and as I speak. And feelings are far more complicated and far more complex than the vocabulary I carry. So even though I try, even though I reach deep into my brain, tapping into the two languages I know to find the words to express the strength of my emotions, words will fail me.
When that happens, the only thing left is to communicate to you thru action. So I reach out to hug you. My hope is that in this gesture, your heart understands what is in mine. That somehow, some way, you hear what I cannot say and you receive what I am trying to give.
And when even that fails, know that in my silence, I have prayed for you.
