A Poet’s Whisper
Whisper through a blazing trail
With careful steps on burning coals
With thoughtful deeds in freezing homes
Give pure white thoughts to blackened souls.
A whisper is a light entwined
In darkness set just for a time,
A steeple high above the night,
A shadow dimmed in morning’s light
Whisper visions to the blind
That all may in their shadow’s find
The obstacle that cloaks their sight
Can vanish in a whisper’s light
Michele Marie
