Where Solemn Whispers Blow

When serenity hits, she is set free by grace.
She stands alone, in her most serene place.
With arms outstretched, she gives to the moment.
As if time stands still, she makes atonement.
 

She twirls around, letting the wind be her wings.
With the voice of liquid, to her God she sings.
Unencumbered she dances, with the wind as her confrere.
Solemnly she then whispers to the Lord her prayer.
 

Indebted she thanks him, and is set free by His grace.
She lies on the loam, His love she embraces.
With one more petition, she shows her devotion.
Tears flow, showing her sincere emotion.
 

Her fears released, as solemn whispers blow.
She lifts up her head, as it is her time to go.
Peacefully she leaves, no whispers good bye.
For she will return, to where solemn whispers fly.
 

April Bowering - Chesworth
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