The Unspoken Deed
I realised that I can’t say much with words.
But I say plenty with silence.
Words can’t prove much,
But faithful deeds can.
If so, then I have said more than is heard.
And for the little I have spoken,
Even less of it was heard.
But words can only mean so much.
So, I keep doing what I do.
But works are obscured by the recipient’s heart,
Preferences, expectations, circumstances.
Seen or unseen,
Heard or unheard,
Felt or unfelt,
Known or unknown,
Faithful deeds are faithfully done.
The proof behind the words spoken; unspoken.
Many demand proof,
Few desire proof,
Because proof may not always be,
That which you want it to be.
And for the few whose deeds are found out,
And their intentions received with gladness,
They are blessed, for approval is their possession.
For the others,
I realised that words can only say so much.
But I have said plenty in my silence.
My words can’t prove much,
But my deeds can.
All which Someone Divine records,
In a book He calls Unspoken Deeds.
He remembers all that,
Just for me.
“The Unspoken Deed, the physical manifestation of love and longsuffering.”
~Cheng Yee