Whispers of Grace
Whispers of the softest light, flow
From the rafters,
Casting hesitant shadows
Along the naked walls,
Silhouettes of gentle angels,
Trembling dancers,
Breathless trees, laughing,
In the stillness of a morning breeze,
One where light remembers,
There is peace, serenity, the calm,
Before the rain comes calling
Rustling the leaves,
Silencing the oaks and pines,
Uttering hope into the branches,
Who believe they echo,
Murmuring poetry through winds, storms,
Songs unburdened by guitars or notes,
Songs remembered for the flow,
Through the summer
Just before the rain falls,
Erasing the shadows, the dust
Clinging to the heat,
Like a breath hangs on every beat
Of a tender heart,
In words, poured from souls,
Quietly risking every thought,
Verses venture to reveal,
All that the shadows uncovered,
Brilliant whispers in the dust,
Notes played by naked light,
Falling through the wooden beams,
Remembering when
Hearts heard the stillness,
Listening to the gentleness,
Ears expectant
As light flows down,
Twisting the sheltered moments
From darkness, to feathery inklings,
Visions, dreams like a prayer,
Stilling the sunset,
Bursting from the twilight,
Grace poured out through the easy knowing,
When hearts believe, hope is grown,
By the touch, the glow
Reflecting love that comes
From those who know Him,
The only One
Worthy of the sincerity
Felt by hearts who can see,
Beyond the shadows,
Into the everlasting peace,
Where His light restores
Each heart, each soul – each hope,
With light that won’t fade,
Light that is heaven made,
Light that explains – each whisper of grace.
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