When God Whispers
When God whispers, the sky turns blue.
Bright flowers broadcast every hue.
Mauve mountains shade green valleys deep
where dog and boy keep frisky sheep.
Brimming rivers run clear and true.
Forests beckon all creatures who
follow the path of bear and shrew.
Where willows arise tall, but weep
…when God whispers.
Birds relating the miles they flew
keenly warble their points of view
and I within my full heart keep
gratitude for all things I reap
…when God whispers.
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