Eloquence

(a sonnet in secret)

Forgive me if my words come few and slow,For when at last the door is closed to senseThen listening is the strength of eloquence:I speak what first in secret I must know.

Meekness whispers through a hush of hands;Now meanings gather where God's Word is host:The voiceless presence of the Holy GhostBreathes softly what the chaste heart understands.

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