Whispers of the eternal, soft and deep,
Echo through the shadows where secrets sleep.
A song unspoken, woven in the breeze,
Carried by the currents of ancient seas.
Stars flicker gently, fading in the night,
Guiding the soul with their distant light.
Time, like a river, flows beyond the shore,
Yet we are tethered, always seeking more.
Through endless ages, quiet as the sky,
The whispers call, though we don’t know why.
They speak of moments lost, but never gone,
Of places vast where all things still belong.
In every heartbeat, in each breath we take,
The eternal hums, for all our sake.
A fleeting thought, a love that won’t decay,
The whispers lead us on, and show the way.
So listen close, where silence reigns supreme,
The whispers of the eternal softly gleam.
Thank-you for reading.
Many blessings.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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