When whispered the wind
Upon that summer breeze
I heard his voice
Cry out to me.
The news we heard
Of his demise
Crushed our spirits
Our souls, our lives.
Our faith in God
Was torn apart
Our faith in man
Broke our heart.
When whispered the wind
I prayed to hear
The words he spoke
Not disappear.
Yet in a moment
They fade away
Leaving me alone
To curse and pray.
To soon was he taken
From his family
His pregnant wife, his child to be
Eyes of his shall never see.
Alone I sat
Upon the shore
Yet all was silent
Forever more.
Gone he’s now
For many a year
Still at times
I do hear
I feel the brush
Upon my skin
I fear the voice
Of the whispering wind.
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On August 30th 1989 my wife and I were on holidays when we recieved word of my cousins death. No information other than he was gone. I went for a walk and found a park. While I sat upon a bench, it was there I heard his voice.
I shared with my wife what he told me of his death. Which, upon our return home, was accurate.
I am unwilling to share more at this time perhaps one day. Other than to say he was more than a cousin, he was my brother.
if the wind should whisper
when it blows your way
what will you hear
what will it say.
- Jason Basaraba
About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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