The Faces Within The Whispers Poem by Daniel .E. Hemme

The hidden faces,
Within the shadows,
The hidden voices,
Between the whispers,
How do we not see,
The ones,
Whom we need the most,
We think we forget,
Forget the past,
The people we once knew.

They know,
That we recognise the hints,
The signs,
Signs of a further understanding,
That must be deserved,
We feel their call,
The call that is not heard,
By mortal soul.

The blessed,
Are sent here,
Our present reality,
To decipher,
The messages,
It is no curse,
Nor gift,
It is never resting,
It is losing sane hope,
It is.