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Angels of grace

Weak I became
Wrapped in a heavy cloak of guilt and shame
Lost and unable to reclaim 
My feet were once firm 
now trembled with fear
Afraid to stand before the Lord, my heart unclear

But God, in his mercy, sent me angels of grace
Who listened to my story and showed a gentle face
They helped me rise reminding me of God's love
And whispering to me, "You are not alone, God loves you, and he'll receive you with open arms."

He will embrace you and dress you in nice clothes 
Like the father did for the prodigal son
"Welcome, welcome, welcome home" " he'll say to you

With no judgment, no condemnation, just pure love
I was blessed with words of affirmation and encouragement,
With their tender love and support, 
I felt peace, and my heart renewed. 

These are the people we all need
A blessing to the soul
A reminder we're not alone, making us whole

Let's help people with ears that hear and words that heal
And pray for one another, that love and hope may appear

           A-S B

The Whispering Begins

Boitumelo knelt where no one stood, His hands soaked deep in healing wood. He was not king, nor sought the seat, Just guardian to the village beat.
He'd lived in stillness, left the blade, His spear long buried, peace now made. But winds had shifted, drums were tight, The air grew thick with unseen fight.
A child he saved spoke in a tongue That hadn't lived since time was young. She cried, "They’re watching in the trees— The ones who twist the prophecy."
And that night, dreams began to burn: A cave with flames that dared return. Three old women, veiled in flame, Each whispering his stolen name.

Spirit 1:
“Boitumelo, peace is a fragile thread.”

Spirit 2:
“The soil remembers what kings forget.”

Spirit 3:
“Come find the throne. It waits in dread.”

He woke with ash upon his chest, The smell of blood, the ache of rest. He wept beneath the rising moon, Not for the crown — but for it soon.

Whispering Still

Shepherds
of echo  
sirens
that call
Masters
of legend 
trapped
in the Fall

Moonlight
on ice fields
whispering
still
Voices
stay buried
destiny’s
will

Sunlight
awakens
mountains
that sigh
Hidden on
summits
new answers
there hide

But with 
 every Spring
a melting 
ensues
Flowing
life’s message
recalled
— and renewed

(Memories Of Absaroka: May, 1997)

Whispering trees

Listening through the surrounding
trees.
Sound of whispers heard from a slight breeze.
Cries heard in the distance, as the breeze
comforts The leaves.
Words joined together while starting to hear, how
the leaves Fear the airs no-more clear, feeling for
the leaves
as-if nobody believes.
In a still small voice it whistles an sings.
The song of hope lies within the trees, as the wind
blows through
its wings.
The branches crumble an fall, sadly knowing not
much time at all,
excepting what humans
future brings.
No help from our pollution in the air,
understanding how unfair, Every breathe unto their
lungs.
Voice of god flows an exceeds,The fear of death
from disease; The wind is telling the trees to
fear.
Realizing the sadness that humanity is forcing
their death near.
As of right now the sky seems as if
shes clear.
We'll never know continuing our ways, if it shall
be the same in a year.

Whispering Spring

changing the appearance,
spring arrived unseen
mango blooms revealed.

I HEARD DEATH WHISPERING MY NAME

In the shallows of junkyard avenue
Where fiery-red stallions are mounted by devils
And desolation is your last cigarette

I staggered from the weight of her kiss
As distant cannons sounded
And angels sought shelter
Fear is often the lonesome traveler
And I drank from her cup, hungrily, thirsty

She was my sustenance, my manna from heaven
And I courted her with both wine and sweet song
I lived in her dead embrace
And never tired of her hot breath on my flesh

A man can bookmark his soul with a thousand
wounds
Yet never own a dream
I left her a rose and words that I can no longer
remember
In the hidden places; on the darkest of nights
She whispers still

Whispering Winds

I hear them whisper your name,
those mighty winds that blow.
I know that you are close at hand,
the winds just told me so.

The direction from whence they blew,
I am not sure I know.
For only when I hear your name,
am I sure the winds did blow.

Caressing my face with a whisper...
calling out your name,
the winds of delight entice me.
I will never be the same.

I will follow the singing wind,
where it leads me I do not know.
For the winds that blew you from me...
will take me where I must go.

Upward into the hills,
calmly across the sea,
Hold on my love, I'm coming...
The wind has beckoned me.

Free to wander and search this earth,
no matter how far that may be.
Free to follow the whispering wind ...
until it blows me back to thee.

I hear your laughter on the wind.
I try with all my might,
to reach out and touch you
on this windy night.

You must be getting closer
for I feel your whispered love.
I reach out my hand to you,
please find me, my sweet dove.

You grasp my hand in yours
and softly speak my name,
out of the whispering winds
we are together again.

Whispering Jack

Stop talking smack behind my back 

I can hear you whispering Jack 

Why don't you say it to my face

So I can put you in your place

This is one Hombre you shouldn't attack

The Whispering Staircase

it began with a creak,
low and hollow,
as if the staircase exhaled a secret
meant only for me.

at first, i told myself it was nothing—
just the old bones of the house shifting,
just the wind brushing the eaves.
but then came the whisper:
soft, deliberate,
threading through the night like cold fingers.

“come closer,” it said.
i stayed still.

the air thickened.
my heart tapped out a rhythm of warnings,
but my feet moved anyway,
dragged by some unseen thread.
the stairs groaned louder with every step,
their song ancient, mournful, alive.

at the bottom, the dark opened wide—
a void where the walls used to be.
and there, in the center,
a door i had never seen,
its edges slick with something
that shimmered even in shadow.

my hand trembled as it touched the handle,
a warmth pulsing beneath my palm.
the door opened,
and i saw—
no, felt—
a thousand eyes turn toward me.

i slammed it shut,
but the whispers remain.
they follow me now,
each night,
each dream,
calling me back to the stairs.

Whispering Pines

The air is crisp with the promise of winter, but the earth hasn’t yet yielded to the frost. Bare feet press against soft, damp moss—each step grounding me in a world that feels alive despite the stillness. Pines tower above, their needles murmuring secrets to the wind. A faint scent of sap lingers, mingling with the earthy perfume of fallen leaves. My breath puffs into clouds, joining the mist that clings to the ground, curling like a shy spirit. Somewhere, a bird calls—a sound that cuts through the quiet, then dissolves. I close my eyes and let the weight of the world slip from my shoulders, surrendering to this sacred pause.

Years of storms echo in my chest, but here, beneath these ancient trees, I am reminded that chaos cannot last forever. There is beauty in the rebuilding, in the quiet rhythm of healing, in the gentle rustle of pine needles above.

needle whispers sing
branches cradle the still air—
I exhale the past

Whispering Wind

Fallen snow covering rooftops, pigeons walking on tiles, claw prints intertwined.

Water changing colour becoming ice, scattering light.

Air being trapped on the tips of ice crystals, appearing a beautiful white sight.

Cold wind blowing with a loud whispering sound, hurting my mind.

Triggering memories of a lifetime with you, years and years rewind.

Waking up from the pain in the past, my aching heart confined.

Wavelengths of red, orange and yellow releasing the sun, becoming free as the moon appears bright.

                                                                  *S.Ü*

Whispering Fate

Sacrified everything she had, yet it remained the same.
Ceased expecting anything, indifferent she became.

Ceased expressing preferences, feeling it is pointless.
Silence born from exhaustion and hopelesness.

Unaware of what was evil.
His tainted soul being deceitful.

Destroying everything alive, planting seeds of grief.
As she became someone she barely recognizes, a reflection of his needs.

Never ending feeling of emptiness.
Fate whispering to loneliness.

Dreams abandoned, laughter, flowers fade.
Remembering who she is, knowing she will never be the same.

Detachment turning into contempt.
Finally allowing her to recognize his true scent.

                                                          *S.Ü*

Whispering Mind

Emotionless eyes that have the colour of wind, looking in mine...killing me from inside.
Why do I feel so tired all the time?
Seeing everything you do, being blind.

Fearing your unstable mind, destroying mine.
Whispering in my ear: 'Deny'.
The sadness oh the sadness...comes and goes flood tide.

Going insane, stuck in an endless cycle trying to get outside.
Going through my anguished brain, anger and hate taking over leaving sorrow behind.

                                                                    *S.Ü*

Whispering Rain

Sitting by the black window staring outside, watching people go by.
Looking at the birds flying free and careless in the clouded sky.

Rain falling slowly, hitting the window with a whispering sound and I ask myself: 'Why?'
Like the raindrops falling slowly from the sky, teardrops start falling slowly from my eyes.

All those years lost as I was running to catch up with time, carrying my bleeding heart as I again tried.

Frustration, anger, sadness running through my veins as the last remaining feelings of love, compassion, affection die.

As I turn to see my face in the mirror, sad eyes turning cold as ice.
Numbness in my soul as the rain fades away sky-high...
                                                           
                                                                               *S.Ü*

Whispering Sand

Amidst a desert
Sprung an oasis of love
Hope for thirsty soul.

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