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~
