Poem: Whispers from the Divine

Whispers from the Divine

In the quiet of the night,
When stars breathe soft and light,
A whisper stirs the endless skies,
A song that never truly dies.

It hums within the silent air,
A voice so tender, free of care,
A murmur from the realms above,
Of peace, of grace, and boundless love.

It speaks in colors, pure and bright,
In golden dawns, in silver nights,
Through every leaf, through every breeze,
In rivers, oceans, and the trees.

It tells of truths we cannot see,
Of worlds beyond eternity,
Of all that’s pure and meant to be,
Of time’s sweet dance and endless sea.

The Divine whispers in the heart,
A call to which we all must part,
To find the light that’s hidden deep,
To wake from slumber, to truly leap.

So listen close, and you will hear,
The sacred voice that draws you near,
A soft and steady, gentle sign,
The whispers, oh, they are divine.