Messages From The Universe Poem by grace mariner

Messages come to me from universal energy.
We speak in words only the other can hear.
I call forth what I need and a sign is delivered.
A No Caller ID message sent when I need strength.
Laura's Theme answers, chiming from the hillbilly
station, responding to my prayer for safe return.
I blow a kiss on the still air and the breeze arrives,
a messenger to carry its parcel to the waiting cheek.
The hand on my back when no one is there.
The covers disturbed in my stillness of a lonely night.
Some disbelieve.
They say that life is coincidence, that no magic exists.
Poor fools who cannot believe what appears before them,
in different colors and forms.
Like a beautiful canvas that draws and compels the
visionary, it is supernatural in its effect on the
welcoming brain.
It drives us forward, making us believe what our senses
deny.
Without it, we wither in our despair as loss visits us all.
That energy transforms into something unearthly, but
stays as close as when in the natural world.
We never lose our greatest loves if we believe
and listen as they call us...
on the wind, in a perfectly placed song, in the touch
of an unseen hand.