Whispers Written & Illustrated by Juli Krasinski

Whispers

Written & Illustrated by Juli Krasinski

Voices singing to the heavens, dance round ritual fire.

Children crying soulfully, at mothers funeral pyre.

Whisper gently to the wind that we may know your heart.

Tell us now Great Father, that we may do our part.

Howls upon the darkness, from whence time once began.

Whimpers won't elude us, we'll not be broken from our clan.

Whisper softly in the night, that we may know we're not alone.

Call to us Great Mother. Unto us, your light be shown.

Prayers waft on tendrils swift, speed along the days.

Mantra chanted on incense drifts, we each in our own ways.

Whisper not a judgment past, to thine heart be true.

Let us know the worth of life and not this day to rue.

Spoken words of wisdom, tis a hard but kindly lot.

Walk your path and stay it. But of others, judge them not.

Whisper now of colors, on bows made out of choice.

After all, we are but whispers, of a greater voice.

The End