Hidden Whispers
Hidden Whispers
Quiet shadows cast their reign
On unsuspecting travelers
Their journey neither beginning nor at its end
Launched by the swells and the currents
Long patterned before we came upon this shore.
With a cadence announcing for all to witness
Conjured by the weight of sovereign shores.
Dispatched by excuses words left empty
The promise to restore.
With storm driven tide this past year rambled throughout its course bringing sorrow upon sorrow to the least of which was most.
Fatigue leaves such travelers alone in their plight.
Empty eyes and lost horizons envy this flight.
Hope, hope upon hope that this too will end
Like closing a door to find the open window
Working too hard resting too soft.
Exhausted, depleted, empty.
Again hidden whispers bring the silence of truth to fore.
Bringing lessons of peace and honour a more.
Of Love and Faith
Faith the grass will grow, the birds will sing, the sun will shine but most of all the people will once more waken from the cold dark place of winter dreams to rise again renewed.
JR Twaddell (c) 2004
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