Words are Futile Devices

FEU Advocate
February 27, 2026 09:58


I have learned that speaking is a lesser act—

that devotion is fluent without a mouth,

that love perfects itself

in the eloquence of staying.

I conscripted metaphor, summoned allusion and hymn,

hoping ornament might approximate the truth.

Yet what you authored in me exceeded utterance,

entire in its refusal to be rendered discernible.

I have tried to give it voice, to dignify it with sound,

but each attempt diminishes its scale.

What binds us is vast, instinctive, sovereign

that resists the smallness of being named.

So I relinquish eloquence at your feet,

and admit the limits of my craft.

For the deepest truths need not to be said—

And some intimacies endure even in silence

Because words are futile devices.

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