Listening to the Sound of My Voice
by John Herlihy
In the heart of sorrow
Lies the remnants of love lost.
In the heart of happiness
Displays a price we pay at cost.
In the depths of despair
A crack of light in this dark night.
In the whispers of prayer
Lies premonitions in rays of moonlight.
In the wake of the past
Heard the echoes of sweet memory.
In the mirage of the future
Hear the faint promise of a mystery.
In the rush of desires
Lies the wish that they be fulfilled.
In the shadow of our fear
The anxious heart wishes to be stilled.
In the dawn of the day
The hours of darkness finally slayed.
In the twilight of the day
The results of our effort will be weighed.
In the silence of myself
Listening to the sound of my voice.
In the spirit of the soul
The makings of love, bliss, peace – rejoice.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Wednesday 21 May 2025
Ron