Words I Have Not.

Somewhere, between your gladness and smile,
You have asked.

You have asked what can be done.
You have asked what can be said.
You have asked what may be arranged.
You have demanded, "Show me where this is said!"

But I sit silently.
Nothing I have will suffice.

Your anger is mindless.
You inqusitions are pointless.

Yes, you are better than I.
Are you?

Are you so wise that you can look upon me with contempt?
Or do you lack wisdom and harbor only knowledge.

Mine is a move of the soul,
Mine is a move of God,
Mine is a move of that which you don't understand.

Nay, you understand not.

Words I have not for you.