In whispers soft the spirit’s song is heard,
A dance of light within the sacred word.
The morning sun, a golden thread of grace,
Weaves through the sky, illuminates each face.
In nature’s breath the voice of God is stirred.
The leaves that sway the gentle winds that spurred
A symphony of love in each bird.
With every dawn, a holy warm embrace,
In whispers soft.
The heart a vessel where the soul is interred
Finds peace and joy where once it only erred.
The soul takes flight, transcending time and space,
To realms divine, a sacred endless place.
In every prayer a miracle occurred,
In whispers soft.
