He whispers to us all the time...in the wind, clouds up high, our breath..

You CalledYou called me in
The pulse of my mother’s heart
Whispering your love in
The blood of creation’s start.

You called with my first light
And the sudden breath
In this world lost in
The first shame of sin’s dark night.

You called with each cooling rain,
Each warming sun as I crawled,
Toddled and walked my path
Unheeding, through joy and pain.

You called in whispers of love
In this unharmed framework
In this shelter, this temple
Holding the promise of enough.

You called with a breath as soft
As a breeze on my cheek;
Warm as the clinging hand of love
Of a wife and companion, soon lost.

You called, and I heard;
As my Fall turned to Winter;
As I found the comfort of your word;
As my world brightened in your splendor.

You called and I came
On bent knees, in tears,
Seeking to find and know You as the same
Whisperer I knew, at the beginning of my years.   
 

Tom

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