Poetry

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With war and rumors of war,
with graves open by the mass.
In a time of pain that seems to
last and the world spinning by fast.

Time for us to sit, wait, and
listen for they are whispering,
comfort, and peace tiny shed
gems for the quest.

A gift, to calm your soul making,
you one in spirit, complete, and whole.
Little whispers of tidings
and reminding of peace.

Safety in their prayers and
watchful guard over all,
that learn to trust in the
gift that lay down the
world’s peace.

Tiny prayers and tiny whispers
hedges drawn around you
Keeping you safe under heaven
and in the earth......

So when you hear of wars and
your heart is pained and the world
is dressed in blood stain..
Be silent for a moment hush...

They will speak softly in
feathered wings brushing
and in tiny peaceful whispers
peace to your soul making
you whole.

So let not fear capture your joy
for they are lining the stairs to
heaven holding you in the promise
you are never alone.

Tiny whispers, wings of feathered
command and destiny to be
watchful guarding eyes keeping
guard over you.

So faint not in times of peril,
he commanded a pearl are you.
He listens to their tiny whispers
too concerning you...

They know it too so allow the
healing and joy they bring to
wrap you in the golden fleece.
Which only gives you such peace
To trust the one above,
the keeper of our souls.

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