Waiting for whispers
ignoring the echos
holding on to sorrows
projecting on tomorrows

Healing heart takes time
let go of what aches inside
for this seedling to grow
needs the blessed sunshine

It is He who can heal
takes the sorrows away
fills it with content & joy
like new born on that day

Trust in Him and call
watch the sorrows fall
with open heart and faith
accept his will and wait

For the flowers to bloom
they will, you will see
and take you higher
away from pain agony

Just be patient my dear
with faith and love
when you believe in His love
you will see the fogs clear

These thought came to me while reading a conversation on twitter and the word "whisper" stuck in my mind. 

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.  Plato.


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