Whispered Hope

Whispered Hope

Music of the skies above,
whisper down in tones of love.
Floating down between the clouds,
gifting men with lofty sounds.

Weaves its way through blades of grass,
gently shakes the river glass,
tumbles, leaps, twists and rolls,
finding paths to teary souls.

When I find myself alone,
feelings of loss and unknown,
Music comes and fills a place,
that’s empty from this life we race.

It comforts, soothes, reassures-
gives the hope to endure.
Then leaving a small part behind,
takes back off into the skies.

Flying with the purple wind,
singing out a soft, sweet hymn.
Searching high and all along,
another child needs a song.