Whisper to the Shadows

She spoke but Her words were not words
still I heard Her –
thought I heard Her –
If one can hear through shadows

I lay alone in this room, this room
that had become my heart
profound solitude where all were unwelcome
and met with half-smiles, trivial bard-song,
a jester, filling the holes in his heart
with every laugh but the one
he longed to hear

But Her words –
Her shadows –
Sang of gratitude, devotion,
Of Faith which makes music of the
holes in our hearts, flute-like,
A symphony of life written in
laughter and tears –
profound multiplicity where all are
welcome and met with sincere smiles

Thus She spoke in words that weren't words
And I heard Her –
Still I hear Her –
As tonight I whisper to the shadows 

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