There’s A Whisper

Deep in the synchronous tomes of the country night

If I listen closely, beyond the steady rhythm of my breath

In the ever so soft movement of night breezes

Swaying only the very tips of the highest branches

There’s a whisper

Heard if I open my heart and listen

A call sent straight to my heart

In the undulating waves and breaks of tall grass

Gently moved by a breath so gentle, unseen

Movement starting from a place unknown

Heading to the near horizon

There’s a whisper

Heard if I open my heart and listen

A call sent straight to my heart

As the skybird soars up steep hillsides and down deep valleys

Circling, lifted by columns rising, falling, shifting

Warmed by the sun in the silence of the sky

White billows form and pass gently by, in silent roar

There’s a whisper

Heard if I open my heart and listen

A call sent straight to my heart

In the glasslike sheen of a lake at sleep

Smooth stillness, only broken by the nightfly’s gentle touch

Its real depth hidden by its dark surface mirror

Reflecting, sharing, the golden moonlight gift

There’s a whisper

Heard if I open my heart and listen

A call sent straight to my heart

Standing very still, I lift up my closed eyes

Clearing my senses, opening my heart

It’s there, the whisper, His breath of life

Calling me home to His loving arms

To be with Him and never again apart

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