Whispers of echoes

by dawwning

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!