Where are my words?
They’re lost and confused
Where is my verse?
It’s banal, reused.
What is my language?
Look not to your tongues.
What must I do?
Don’t speak from your lungs.
In actions, in gazes in eyes, in prayer
In body, in soul, in simplest stare
In person, in gesture, in heart aware
In God, in Christ, in Spirit we share.
—John A. Di Camillo


  1. Ellen B says

    5/22 I think this poem is heartfelt, but that the rhyme scheme wins, alas.EB