Whispers drift on winds unseen,
From shadowed groves and meadows green,
Where time has carved its silent tale,
And ancient voices softly wail.
Beneath the stars, their stories lie,
In roots that twist and rivers sigh,
The echoes hum through earth and sky,
A bridge between the low and high.
Stone and soil hold secrets deep,
Of dreams they dreamed, of vows they keep,
Their footsteps traced on paths we tread,
Though years have wrapped them thick in thread.
In every leaf and mountain peak,
Their wisdom waits for those who seek,
To hear beyond the present’s gleam,
The murmurs of a timeless dream.
So pause and listen, heart attuned,
To songs that fade but are not doomed,
For in the echoes, clear and true,
The ancients speak to me and you.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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A beautifully crafted poem that evokes a deep sense of connection to nature, time, and the whispered wisdom of the past. It creates a haunting and serene atmosphere, reminding us to listen to the eternal stories woven into the world around us.