Whispers of an Angel

In the hush before the morning light,
When dreams still drift in silent flight,
I hear a voice so soft and near—
A whisper only the heart can hear.

No wings I see, no shining face,
Just warmth that fills the empty space,
A breath of hope, a gentle sigh,
That lifts my soul and draws it high.

She speaks in echoes, calm and clear,
Of love that stays when none are near,
Of strength that grows through quiet pain,
And peace that falls like silver rain.

Her voice is like the evening breeze
That stirs the hush in sleeping trees,
A melody that can’t be taught,
But finds the corners of my thought.

When shadows stretch across my day,
And all the light seems swept away,
She wraps my heart in unseen grace—
The silent touch of her embrace.

Though none may see and few believe,
I know the truths that I receive—
Not in thunder, not in flame,
But whispered low, and just my name.

So when the world is loud and wide,
And I feel small with none beside,
I close my eyes, breathe soft and slow—
And hear the angel’s voice below.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty