I wrote
this poem for Analia's Christmas card in 1992. There are times when words seem
so inadequate. Even in poetry they are only a clumsy attempt to express what you
feel inside. Perhaps it is a result of the weakness of our language. Or perhaps
it is because we are really afraid to put into words what we really
feel.
Gale L.
Wolfenbarger 9 July
1993
Words
Words can
be such simple things To express what you mean to me. I ask them to
describe to you All that my eyes can see.
I ask them to describe my
thoughts, My feelings oft' kept hid. I ask them to perform for me The
miracle that I bid.
I ask them now to touch your
heart And convey my love for you And tell you that you are the one And
to you I'll be true.
It seems so strange that words
so weak Can sometimes be sublime, And words from one ordained of
God Have sealed and made you mine.