Soft Spoken

Posted on April 22, 2011

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They seem so silent

No advice do they give

No words of consolation

Or apology

We put the words

That we desire

Of praise, of regret

In their soft, pleated folds

They say, “Ah, yes. Of course you are appreciated.

Of course you are loved.

Not just by the one who gave you the flowers

But by the One who made them for you.”

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