When the Soul listens, it already speaks a language that lives.
The softest of whispers have language and meaning:
Leaves in the trees chattering with one another,
Currents in the streams,
Clapping loudly and in agreement,
Wind and rain and clouds,
Whisper of God’s holy feet,
Speaking and revealing
The deep hidden Word so sweet,
When the Soul listens….
Guido Gezelle
(freely translated from Dutch)
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