I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.
Christopher PikeTag: fear world dead memory forgetfulness alone wind nightmare needles whispers
Faith requires following the power of a whisper.
Shannon L. AlderTag: religion faith miracles intuition visions beliefs holy-ghost commonsense whispers follow-the-spirit promptings gut-feelings
Now come the whispers
bearing bouquets of moonbeams
and sunlight tremblings.
Tag: love romance sensuality lovers valentine moonlight valentine-s-day national-poetry-month sunlight world-poetry-day whispers famous-valentine-s-day-quotes moonbeams quotes-for-valentine-s-day
When you are near the middle of your life, often God will do outrageous things to knock you back on course.
Shannon L. AlderTag: signs life-missions whispers following-the-spirit promptings
Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Just let me do what I do best, baby. Let me take care of you.” “It’s hard for me to let people in, Leo.” “I’m already in,” he reminds me. “And I’m not going anywhere.
Kristen ProbyTag: rock with me 4 in seattle whispers kristen proby
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