Whispers
God called me to the woods…to the depth of the woods
to hear his voice
as he reminded me
Child, all things are changing
all things are changing
But look how they stay the same.Have no fear.
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Instinctively, I reach for the hand but then pull back, remembering all of my stuff. I am convinced that whoever the voice belongs to can’t possibly see it, because if he did, he definitely wouldn’t be so eager to invite me closer. He can’t see the mess I am, of this I am certain. “What…
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How beautiful and how absolutely true. Thank you for the poem and for the picture of the woods. The woods is one of my favourite places and I love to take my grandchildren walking in the woods as it seems that there they like to talk about God. Blessings and prayers.