Like a sieve

Language is selective like a sieve
The juice of life leaks out when we use words
Unspoken are the gestures that we give

Blinded by those words we conjure with
Unnoticed is the body which is stirred
Language is selective like a sieve

We read more book to tell us how to live
Yet happier are the lilies and the birds
Unspoken are the gestures others give

See the plummy voiced and how they shove
Walking in their pride, by power prepared
Language is selective like a sieve

Through the holes runs out the juice of love
While those who’re poor in words are ripe with care
Unnoticed are the gestures many give

In deep silence hear what prophets heard
The Fiery Bush hums music as it burns
Language is selective like a sieve
How appropriate are the gestures that we give?