Whisper

Whisper...


Teach me gracious Father and Mother

to whisper,

when the world rages all around me.

Teach me patience in my whisperings so

that they will be heard,

not as a breath of silent air,

But the still small voice, soft and golden

which lives inside us all.

Teach me that grace comes in quiet moments,

when inner peace is attained at the end

of a long day, or an even longer journey.

Always Father and Mother, as I whisper

your beloved names, may I feel

in that Holy and Golden moment,

the wondrous essence of Your presence,

pure, crystalline Love - the Holy Love

that whispers my name,

And I know that I am safely guided

home to You.

I shall always whisper Your Names.

Amen and Awoman

©  Akasa WolfSong
     2/18/2008

If we turn the spirit inward, we acquire
the power of discernment.  Through
the power of discernment we find
our way to the Truth.

~Ramakrishna~