I’ve no words ugly enough.
I open my mouth and silence spews out.
I write wildly upon the page in blank scrawls.
A supposed writer, poet even, yet
I’ve no words.
They told me He would listen with understanding.
That He would love me.
Forgive me.
But what if all I can do is cry in shame?
What if I’ve no words?
Will He understand my silence?
My pages, empty
But for the stains of tears?
How can I confess if
I’ve no words?
Be well,
Monty
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Monty’s Blahg 
“How can I confess if I’ve no words” wow!
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❤️
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You have a way with words 🥰
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Ironically! Haha. But seriously, thank you 🙏
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I know… When there are no words, the few we have are impactful 😊
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Aw Monty, I hope this isn’t some true emotion you are feeling, and if it is, I am sorry that you’re feeling it!
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It’s very true. I’ve been attending a spiritual fellowship as an experiment and it’s brining up some interesting feelings.
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Awww I’m sorry that its bringing up those feelings. I hope that its beneficial in the end even if it is painful right now
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I think it’s positive overall. Thanks!
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Thats good!
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The raw emotion in this one is startling and gives the poem an edge. Wonderful exploration of what a confession can be with or without words… Often actions speak louder!
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Remember you confess to God, not others. He knows what’s unspoken. Bless You!
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The God I know and love, and who I know loves me, is comfortable with our silences. To not just know, but to actually let ourselves be loved as we are seems like it should/would be easy, but it’s not always!
I also want to say, Monty, that I’ve adopted your idea of intentions rather than goals. I’ve made an intention to walk the trail near my house 2-3 times a week, as it encourages me to take a longer walk. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing your perspective and reminding me of my intentions!!! I needed it. Glad to hear it’s working for you too 🙂
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I think I can relate. I’ve noticed that recently with myself, too. Whenever I try to ponder some questions while trying to talk to Him, I seem to have no words to say. The first thing that comes to mind is – well, He knows what’s in my heart and in my soul and in my mind. And that IS true. However, I find that being able to find the words helps ME. Unless you bring those words forward, it might be hard for you to heal and move forward. Crying can be a good start. Shame is good, too, as you acknowledge your brokenness. But you need to be able to move from those loud but mute feelings.
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Thanks for sharing. I appreciate the company.
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