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WHISPERS OF GOD by Eva Marie Cagley


Whispers Of God


Sitting along the river bank
I watch the ripples of the Holy water
Dancing to the sound of the rushing
Rapids while crickets whistle a tune
In the wind...

I could stay here listening
To the Silent whispers of God
Blowing in the cool breeze.

Sitting here by the embankment
A rock for my chair to sit upon
I meditate listening to God's whispers
Talking to me...

So beautiful God's nature here
A God given gift to us all.
Feeling God's breath upon my face..
I will stay here meditating
Listening for God's words to fill my
Heart, Soul, and Spirit...

In the distance I can see Geese
Pruning on a small island of itself.
I am respectful of all God's creatures.
Knowing I am Blessed to be 
Living in this moment.
Appreciating what God has shown me...

Let us be silent now to hear
the sweet Whisper of God!
Dancing off the ripples of Holy water
In the cool breeze...

© Eva Marie Cagley


 


Eva Marie Cagley was born and raised in Waterloo Iowa, where she spent most of her time working with teenagers in a group home and at a Juvenile Detention Center as a counsellor. Working with teenagers gave her great joy, having had none of her own. She comes from a large family of nine children having six brothers and two sisters. She has always had a love for poetry, and has published 4 poetry books of her own, including her latest The Airwaves of My Soul, available on Lulu.com and Amazon Kindle. Connect with Eva via Email:  eva.marie11@hotmail.com  or  cagley11@aol.com


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  1. EvaMarieCagleyDecember 17, 2020 at 4:02 AM

    Thanks so much for selecting my poem for publication on this beautiful site.

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