Whispering Willows
My Peace Has Been Restored
Walking through whispering willows, I dream;
Dream of a future home that awaits us.
Somewhere safe, somewhere untouched by the scheme.
My soul is tired but my heart holds trust.
Again, I find myself in your embrace;
Pondering all and none, and the divine.
Dusk sets as I caress your mossy face;
You connect me to your Maker and mine.
Eyes closed, I listen for your beating heart;
Found in the stream, purified and steadfast,
In voices of jays, perfecting their art,
In the fragrant wind sighing out the past.
My peace has been restored; I am thankful.
And await our next encounter fruitful.
About the Creator
Chelsie Speer
I'm 29 years old and from Portland, Oregon but now live in the mountains of Wyoming with my sweet husband and our cat. I come from a large artistic family and I've always enjoyed writing, even though I've studied music most of my life.
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