A Gentle Whisper

The trees, they whisper , the snow, it sings, the wind, it breathes.
As the branches sway the autumn leaves give way.
With every wisp and every leaf, He speaks to me, though
I may not understand. I soon will. But for now I simply listen and write,
and cherish these things that are said.
I walk and I walk, listening, listening, every time I become overwhelmed
by His presence. I walk so that I may hear. I talk and I listen.
I move with the trees, I dance with the wind. And as my fingers freeze
and my ears numb, I'm bleary-eyed and its time to go home.
I say good bye to the trees and the leaves,
and I turn around and face the way home, I wipe my eyes, smile,
and look forward to the journey ahead.