Listen
Listen to the whispers of the world
Beneath the bullets, beneath the bombs,
Beneath it all is always the enteral rhythm of an
Infant's heart melodic in the moon song of its own Amazing Grace
Listen
There is a place beneath the shallow of every violent scream
Where beauty echoes from the deep, deep waters of a dream
Forever coming true, and that dream is the sound of life inhaling you
Listen
Feel your strings
This world a violin beneath the bow of your soul
Holy as a symphony of your trembling when you cry
The sky holds in its rain
The sound of your mother's breathing when she
Held you to the sun and whispered your beautiful name
Here now the moon fall her baritone light
Know the night
Cradles in its stars the song of the dawn's dreaming
Dusk comes hymns to the sun and Jesus is praying to
Us from the Heaven of a poem we'll never speak out loud
Listen
To the whispers of the clouds pillowing the laughter of little girls
Listen
Listen to the whispers of the world