House Of Whispers - Fields Of Grace

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Secrets ...from the house of whispers

keep calling out my name -  in the halls and rooms

where as a child I lived and walked within 

Unknown secrets, memories that wake me in my sleep

yet - never quite able to grasp their meanings

They're outlined in fuzzy images - words not spoken  

But still… I hear unnamed voices

whispering secrets, whispering unknown words in my ear

 

 I wander alone in fields of grace -

crying out for asylum from my house of whispers...

calling out with unnamed voices

trying to whisper secrets and unknown words in my ear

 

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I go to my place in fields of grace

where all is quiet - a place where I can rest

where God showed me I was loved and safe- 
He told me I could stay till healing came

until my soul has been restored in His holy fields of grace

 

Those unknown secrets and memories

that woke me from my sleep have quieted their voices

My ears have been silenced to them

 Now the only voice I hear, is God whispering in my ear

whispering that I am safe in His place

My soul restored...

as I calmly walk in His healing fields of grace

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by anne p murray - 2012

 

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Another good ones:
I hear unnamed voices
whispering secrets.
I like also the notion of fields of grace. Nice write

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

You are so kind to be reviewing so many of my poems. I cannot tell you how I appreciate yout time, thoughtfulness & expressions

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Thank you ...