AN ANGEL'S WHISPER
Hearing the chimes outside your window,
Can the whisper be your voice?
Do I stay awake night after night waiting for you?
Do I push sleep aside so I will hear you calling?
Watching, waiting, listening – night after night,
Will I know, will I see, will I hear you?
Upon asking this, at that exact moment,
The chimes outside your window softly answered
And I knew I had heard your presence.
Sleep will come gently now for you are here.
AN ANGEL’S WHISPER©
Joyce E. Winslow
September 5, 2007
1 comment:
Tears flowing.
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