Whispers of love
shared in the dark
across cool, damp linens
casting exotic shadows upon
long walls.
Whispers of hope
murmured in earnest
to the stars in the darkness
drifting upward as a chorus into
the Creator’s heart.
Whispers of Peace
among harbingers of commerce
between parents and children, siblings and friends
lover to lover of eternal faith
as nations vow allegiance and honor.
Whispers…
The silent cries of Mother Earth
beneath the warmth of Grandfather Sun
smiling in the arms of Father Sky
as Grandmother Moon weeps her silvery tears for
The Whispers….
Very beautiful. I admire your way with words.
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Thank you. I appreciate the feedback and am glad you liked the poem. Hope you had a lovely holiday.
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This is so beautiful Cheryl. I have a small collection of feathers on my desk where I write and I do feel I gather inspiration from them. I’m going to gather more Owl feathers. 😊. Blessings. Susan ❤
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Thank you, Susan. I am happy it touched you. I have many feathers but only one owl feather so far. It means so much to me as owl is one of my Spirit animals. We are, indeed, all connected. I enjoy reading your words as well. I wish you many owl feathers and endless inspiration…
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