Whispers of Light

Hidden in the darkness of a forest’s thick brush A white-tailed deer’s leg has been caught in a trap Aside from her sad moans, she hears not a hush No matter how she tries, her leg she can’t unwrap And as she frets about the fate of her wee fawn A light appears above and captures her gaze As a bright image emerges, accompanying dawn A choir of angels resounds with hymns of praise She raises her eyes to see spirits afloat Just in time to see one drifting down to her side The doe utters a prayer, as the angel strokes her coat And the power of this spirit cannot be denied It takes but a whisper of hope to free nature’s soul As suddenly the angel unharnesses her leg The injured doe is carried beyond the dark hole To a fawn that for its mother’s life does beg These fantasies of the forest are quite common, you see When a mother in peril needs the grace of God’s hand To reunite her with a baby that cries out with glee And two lives are saved by an angelic band *Written by Carolyn Devonshire on February 16, 2014 for Gail’s contest.