Visions
Listening
The wind
whispers in the trees.
The spirit
whispers in my ear.
Not in
the thunder
and lightning.
Not in
the roll of drums.
Not in
the noise
of the marketplace.
But in
the still small voice
resonating in my
heart, soul and mind.
Hush!
Be silent
and hear and heed.
Published by Robert O. Adair
whispers in the trees.
The spirit
whispers in my ear.
Not in
the thunder
and lightning.
Not in
the roll of drums.
Not in
the noise
of the marketplace.
But in
the still small voice
resonating in my
heart, soul and mind.
Hush!
Be silent
and hear and heed.
Published by Robert O. Adair
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