Jean Dament

The Soul Whispers

When someone passes on their soul whispers,
Ever so gently on a silent breeze,
Softly on the wind through the trees,
Moving o'er land & sea, while it sings,
Still breathing life on butterflies' wings,
Soaring high with birds' flight,
Ever shining in a starry night,
Never resting always shifting,
Glowing within sunrises & sunsets ever lifting,
Where there's no more sleeping;
And no more weeping,
With no sadness found,
Only joy abounds.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2011
Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 14, 2011

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  • Darrell Barber (9/3/2014 8:53:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this poem and I found a kindred spirituality about it

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