Heart Whisperers
Heart Whisperers
Though far from one another
as it was right from the start.
A million miles in between
yet they share just one heart.
Seeing things that go unseen
and feeling teardrops fall.
Then sitting down to write
each time they get the call.
The call that comes from broken souls
from things a soul endures.
They call themselves the poets,
They are Heart Whisperers.
Quietly they move about
just like an unseen friend.
Listening to the brokenness
that's carried in the wind.
Seeing far beyond today
and knowing their own part.
Words written become music.
The whispers of a heart.
Water stains the paper
but the pain is not their own.
They hear the crying calling
that feel so all alone.
They somehow feel the anguish
and that ever aching need.
Each time they start to write
their soul begins to bleed.
They hear the broken hearts cry out
from things their soul endures.
They call themselves the poets.
They are Heart Whisperers.
Edwin C Hofert
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