William Madera

Whispering Souls

I sometimes hear it late at night,
the gentle sound of angel flight,
descending from a higher place
closing gaps of time and space.
A gentle breeze upon my skin
pulls me from my dreams again,
a loving soul gone far too long
returns to reaffirm our bond.
My mind is racing, questions fly,
"you left so soon, please tell me why,"
the whispered words then spoke to me
released my pain and set me free.
"There is a place beyond this earth
where all souls seek divine rebirth,
no explanation can describe
the world in which pure love resides.
This place belongs to everyone
and when your time on earth is done
you'll travel here as all souls do,
no fear or pain will follow you.
Until the day your journey starts
you'll find me tucked inside your heart,
and when you feel our distance vast
your whispered words will bring me back.
This I promise you my friend,
we'll be together once again
and all the love our hearts can hold
will join as one our whispering souls."
(by Terri Onorato)


Shadows.
She bounds one leap in front of me
from somewhere far beyond my reach,
her shadow gray with hints of white
whispered breeze of angel flight.
Toward an everlasting life
her shadow swift, like angels fly,
the essence of her soul ignites
and she passes to the other side.
Into the mist she disappears
and leaves me with a song so clear,
as harps play strong and trumpets ring
her shadow flies on angel wings.
(by Terri Onorato)

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