The Sounds — by Millie Parmer
There’s a sound,
underneath the a/c humming,
deeper than your snores,
wider than the house,
that calls for me.
It is silence… and something else.
It’s faith wrapped in hope.
It’s truth expressing itself
through the core of conscious expansion.
I can’t force you to hear it.
I can’t even point it out.
The sounds must come from your own awareness.
But,
it is there waiting for you to acknowledge it.
It’s there, ever so greatly, vibrating
at some higher frequency.
And,
all I wish is that somewhere,
somehow,
you can wake
in the middle of the night
to find it moving through your own soul.
I am here.
I can hold your hand through it….
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You know that feeling you get when a good friend is sitting across from you and you are both sipping on your lattes or favorite beverage, completely at ease and at peace as all is right with your world in that moment? Well, that is how this poem feels. It's sort of comfortable... like your favorite pair of jeans. ( LOL I can't find the right word )
Thanks, Welles, for sharing this fine poem on this beautiful day!
Sandy
Thanks, Welles, for sharing this fine poem on this beautiful day!
Sandy
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