Whispering Voices

Whispering Voices
 
Sitting before the window
In the few hours before the dawn
Has so often stirred my mind,
My heart and my soul…
Seeming to bring forth the words
That meander their way, eventually falling
Upon these pages that lie before me…
 
I am humbly encouraged by the light
That shines upon me in these moments…
For my enlightenment is showered
With gifts from those who wander
Other worlds…
Perhaps I am only the pawn
To be placed in strategic places
In order to further their conversations
Which were left unfinished in this world,
There satisfaction not of completeness…
 
These words frequently come from my mind,
Even in its often confused existence…
More often they come from my heart,
Although it too, has been broken
Time and time again…
But even more than this…
The words flow from within my soul
Unmistakably the most beautiful of…