Silent Whispers

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    Silent Whispers

    As the gray of night
    Settles on the dew of the land
    A moment of silence
    As God moves his hand

    A calm and gentle wind
    From the swift but slow
    God writes the music
    Over the land just so

    Silent whispers
    Can slightly be heard
    As all of his creations
    From within are assured

    The night that now befalls us
    The darkness and the gloom
    Over shadowed with the light
    Silent whispers of the moon

    When the blackest of night
    Come to consume us whole
    God whispers silently
    Into the depths of your soul

    An all knowing peace
    Something beyond our feeble thoughts
    Silent whispers echo
    The darkness I have brought

    Your soul must rest
    All my creations alike
    Tomorrows now coming
    As silence moves the night

    A new day awaits
    Silent whispers yet to come
    At oneness with our maker
    As we await the glowing sun

    Be still and let God
    Fill the silence of despair within
    Silent whispers of hope
    Breathed by God to man

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    soulwriter commented on Silent Whispers

    05-14-2009

    You have a spiritual soul and it displays well in word, keep growing and keep writing...

    stephenmichael commented on Silent Whispers

    04-23-2009

    I also love God...You are a very talented woman...10...Stephen.

    moilers commented on Silent Whispers

    04-19-2009

    Very nice poem... Thank you for sharing it...::))

    HarverTomsson commented on Silent Whispers

    04-13-2009

    This lovely piece suggests the hope that all who fall asleep alone may wake up next to God At least His voice is calling to them...

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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