Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Still Small Voice
I am the song carried upon the wind,
the quiet whispering of the leaves,
it is I that soothingly calls out
from the babbling brook,
and it is I that am the still
small voice echoing in your mind,
for I am gently calling out to you
from Heaven's gates.
Donavon Scott Vinson