Whispers of echoes
Rain drops slowly dissolves into a water mist
I feel it in the wind, dashing across my face,
aware once more
the thunder has awakened me
One storm is over, but fearful of how many more will I be able to survive..
Time goes by and constantly wondering at my faith
If only it was like the sunshine
Giving warmth to others and of itself burning fiercely
Instead it’s like the tides
Rising and falling again,
Yet ever so often touched over by the gentle touch of the angels, a push, a tug and beating wings
whispering echoes into my soul
which direction I should take
So, for now, I will be greatful. Greatful but forever yearning to burn as brightly,
And please God bless the caretakers of me, Glorified you are!