Jo Ann Alo

writer ~ dreamer ~ bible junky


I eat,
and it does not satisfy…
Yet, I want for more.
I sleep,
and I wake,
while rest waits at my door.
I wash and dress,
longing for change…
Though my garments are fresh,
they’re just more of the same.
How do You whisper,
without a sound?
Make plenty,
without being found?
How do You embrace,
without touch…
sooth, comfort,
and cover up?
The body brings pain,
the Spirit echoes life.
You, the Servant Husband,
build a noble wife.
You lift my veil,
and touch my lips.
I needn’t fear,
I am His.
No other lover
hears my heart,
clothes my nakedness,
or bears my charge.
May I never turn,
to that which holds no breath…
holding fast to Love,
letting go
of death.

2 thoughts on “Without a Sound

  1. I love this…thanks for the blessing

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  2. JoAnn says:

    You are welcome! Thank you for the encouragement.

    Like

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