[Not sure if this poem reflects my spiritual or psychological state – maybe both 🙂 ]
I do not speak your language;
I only speak in rhymes.
Perhaps I’m from another world,
Or from another time.
Perhaps I am an alien,
Or my brain is wired wrong.
I cannot speak too plainly,
I’d rather sing a song.
I’m from another universe,
Or country far away.
Struggling bravely to converse —
Withhold what I could say.
I’m singing songs to Jesus;
I’m praying in my mind.
My eyes are turned to heaven,
That country so sublime.
So please be patient with me;
I need to learn to see
Reality, and firmly be
Both here and heaven bound.
clarakatalin 
Comments on: "I Do Not Speak Your Language" (2)
Thanks for sharing this. An interesting poem… Thanks.
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