The Echoes of Logos

How can we know you,
When all that you’ve left are words?
Scratches on paper -
Preserving the memories of other people.
Days of greater intimacy,
Days when reality itself - conformed
To your tangible presence.


Are we meant to settle for less?
Can you really sum it up
Between two covers; and Leave the living part to us.
Is that what you call a “relationship”?

It’s not that I want to hear something new,
It's just that I want to hear it.
Say it all again, say it exactly the same.
Just say it now.
Say it to me.
It isn't novelty, but your presence I desire.
Give me yourself God. Something more than just words.


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You gave us words
Because they reach out across the chasm.
They bring near the one who is distant.
Words fill the empty space between you and me.
This is air you have touched. It is Holy.
Air that is still quivering from your voice surrounds me.
And I can feel your embrace.
Your words, they let me know you are here.
All creation is the result of your words,
So everything that exists becomes a reminder of you.
They are the children of your voice,
The echoes of logos.