Longing
Alone tonight, beside
the open window,
I hear trees moving,
whispering to the wind.
Would that in my dark
places, I could lean in,
let you tender move and
make me whisper too.
the open window,
I hear trees moving,
whispering to the wind.
Would that in my dark
places, I could lean in,
let you tender move and
make me whisper too.
posted by L.L. Barkat at
10:41 PM
5 Comments:
You have stirred my heart with longing for God in your words.
Yes, that in my dark places I would be tender to wind, not concrete. Whisper me. Blow through my branches a fluid, moving prayer.
He whispered to me this morning and in that whisper was the answer to a prayer.
I too want to whisper to others of this voice that speaks to me.
such gentle words...whispers make them even more important~ E L K
in the shrill of summer... I listen for whispers too
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