Ode to english

To my very core, you unravel me.
Though I am capable of expression in multi- tongues,
only you, can articulate my brokeness
and doctor my soul back to vigor.
You hear me beyond the silence of my shut lips and understand more than any other,
my calamity is craft.
There is reason for my vacant eyes.
Cause and effect so part may become whole. When I think of you I hear God's whispers to me. Through you,
I express only to find His elusiveness.
And with every inch the sun moves,
I am closer...