I don’t speak the language
I don’t know their signs
But I understand their reasons
and I know what it feels like
to eat, sleep and breathe
pursuit of happiness.
I remember and still feel the draw of
that cancer, not yet fully
eradicated in me.
Something beats deeper
something I can’t explain
because there are no words
just a man.
I heard him say,
“Come to me, all you weary
and heavy burdened and I will give you
rest”
and I understood.
That language, that tongue
that love
I know it
somehow
somewhere before I was here-
I know it’s my native tongue.
He speaks my language
He is my kin
I know this man
even though I’ve never met him.
I know his words
I understand
even though I still can’t manage
to do what I know he says.
But he speaks my tongue
He gave me this voice
He is home and I am
sojourning.
Cultivating Faithfulness 
I love this! I feel a connection to you in your writing and I’m so thankful for that. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
Thank you! It’s always encouraging to hear someone was helped or touched by something you wrote. ❤️
This verse I read tonight makes so much sense in light of what you wrote!
5 He made it a decree in Joseph when he went out over the land of Egypt. I hear a language I had not known:
6 “I relieved your shoulder of the burden; your hands were freed from the basket.
7 In distress you called, and I delivered you; I answered you in the secret place of thunder; I tested you at the waters of Meribah. Selah – Psalm 81:5-7
❤️ Yes!