I met Him while down on the ground,
We both spoke the same language,
It was the language of hearts,
Not the language of power
Where hearts have turned to stone,
It was a language of tears.
The world despises tears,
As it pushes us onto the ground,
But we are not like stone,
Pain and hurt forms our language,
Tears form their own power,
The power to heal hearts.
We all have sacred hearts,
When we can cry tears,
Not from a position of power,
But from way down on the ground,
It’s a universal language,
When our hearts are not stone.
It’s easier to be stone,
Nothing touches our hearts,
We speak our own language,
We cannot cry tears,
Unless we fall on the ground,
Losing all our power.
It’s frightening to lose our power,
To be kicked, like a stone,
Pushed further r onto the ground,
By many hardened hearts,
Come, cry with us your tears,
Come and speak our language.
For you it is a new language,
Now you’ve given up your power,
You may be frightened by your tears,
Now you haven’t a heart of stone,
Together, let’s join our hearts,
As we both lie on the ground.
When we’re on the ground we lose our power,
Our language can’t come from hearts of stone,
But from hearts empowered by tears.
4 thoughts on “LANGUAGE OF HEARTS”
Wonderful poem Lorraine!! This one is beautiful!!
Lorraine, this is so powerful! A very important message to live with truth that only comes from that quiet voice of the heart and soul. I love this:
“Our language can’t come from hearts of stone, But from hearts empowered by tears.”
Beautifully written 💗
wow! absolutely stunning! I loved this! ❤