His Whispers
In Advent's resonant presence,
My heart hears His nearness
Whispering,
To my thirsting spirit,
Whispering,
To my beseeching soul,
Whispering,
To my yearning for eternity,
The possibility of my immortality.
And in this peaceful revelation,
I hear Him, the holy One,
Coming, coming, coming,
His blessings echoing
As whispers in the flesh.
12/05/11
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