I wonder

and I wonder
if there is anything left to say?
for the spate of words written
and the flood of words spoken
leaves the well unfilled
and the gaping hole
still empty
in my heart
and I wonder
if there is anything left to say?
and then I remember
and I read your story
and I hear your words
and they tell me
that you offer
bread to fill my hunger
and living streams
to quench my thirst
and I wonder
if maybe
the words that need saying
are not mine
but yours
and I wonder