Today I wrote in Tongues... with little symbols that can't be transcribed... But! Here is a little poem instead ;)

I wish I could write some heavenly language to speak a truth of heart that can't be expressed.
The human drama of life continues and I am lost in it. We swim in it. Some of us seem to know exactly the part to play, others drift in dreams. Some, most, are not even conscious of this divine movie playing out or the plot of it.
The spirit of life makes this all worth while. Sometimes a window is given to us, where time stops and we come outer body. Then the wind is different and the sun rays more penetrating. The roll of film is taken out and shown to us, small in all its episodes, yet part of a grand story.
I watch it piece by piece, beholding the tiniest portions I can't understand. Somehow the quiet of these moments make for a sadness, but then a true peace. For what is there to be sad? What is there to be anxious for? All is vanity. It passes as we breathe. But, the spark of life gets ignited by a separate flint and again we are encouraged. There is yet hope and time for all to have life. There is a hope still... as long as we live, there is a chance for life to make it.

"The most saintly spirits are often existing in those who have never distinguished themselves as authors, or left any memorial of themselves to be the theme of the world’s talk; but who have led an interior angelic life, having borne their sweet blossoms unseen like the young lily in a sequestered vale on the bank of a limpid stream." –Kenelm Digby