Whispering to my thoughts,
What the ages bring.
In the silence of the night,
I hear God's angels sing.
Heavenly choir all in tune,
Maestro's baton swaying.
Lifting my soul to new heights,
As I hear myself praying.
Almost like a cradle song,
Of when I was but a babe.
So peaceful and contented,
Is the music that they gave.
Lady Vivian
Beautiful whisperings of prayer..angel choir's harmony.
Lovely penned dear friend.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
My best, neerja
budd