Are You Listening?

Outside my window there is a brilliantly colored sky,

softened pigments fill one edge of the horizon to the other.

Darkness of night falls away, morning is nigh.

Birds of all colors illuminate all that the eyes and soul can take  

      in.

Their wings flutter with such grace,

as their voices find a song, filling empty space.

Amongst those voices, comes a sound that rings true; 

a Red Bird perched upon a branch in the middle of the colored

     hue.

His voice with urgency, tears and sadness, sings to all who will

     hear

“Don’t you see, we can no longer walk in hatred and fear?

An understanding needs to be found, together we stand on

     hallowed ground.”

Outside your window, a message drifts through the air

Will you stop to listen, will you stop to care?

~Windswept

©2025

"So let us call out to one another through the darkness, till the gloom becomes vocal of many voices, encouraging the pilgrim host. Let the echoes gather till a very storm of Hallelujahs break in thundering waves around the sapphire throne, and then as the morning breaks we shall find ourselves at the margin of the sea of glass, crying with the redeemed host, "Blessing and honor and glory be unto him that sitteth on the throne and to the Lamb forever and ever!"

"Streams of the Desert".

Cowman, Mrs. Charles.

©1925.