The wind comes in all forces,
taking a chance we lift our voices.
Onto the wind our wishes take flight,
the words drift, and float until out of our sight.
The wind carries our words,
takes them near or far.
Our wishes and dreams
travel it seems
on wafts of air,
hoping someone will hear them out there.
Whisperer, February 21, 2013
Whispering on the wind is something I use to give my hopes, wishes, dreams and prayers flight, to carry the silent whispers to where they need to go. Speaking the words onto the wind helps carry them to their destination. If anything it helps
just to vocalize them as a form of healing. I believe in more than that, the wind, be it a gentle breeze or a gale force carries the whispered words whether spoken
aloud or in your mind, to where you need them to go. Concentration and grounding yourself is a must. I whisper my words and let the wind take them, sometimes your
words, wishes or prayers are answered, sometimes not. Listen carefully. Believe in the power of words
and the power of the wind.
The wind was strong,
the night was cold,
I hoped my whispers would take hold.
I had a wish, a prayer, a hope
I needed to send
in order to cope.
I closed my eyes
felt the pull of the earth,
cleared my mind and
whispered for all I was worth.
My words lifted up
into the night air,
Would they reach their intended?
Would they be heard up there?
My part being done
I opened my eyes,
heard the wind whistle
and the coyotes cries.
I wiped away a tear,
felt a presence draw near,
it was warm and healing
and I felt no fear.
I knew that tonight my whisper would be answered. It was.
Whisperer, January 2014
This has always been one of my favorite poems.....it is on my mind every time I hear or see the wind......
Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
the wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
the wind is passing by.
Oh silent moon,
tell me true,
do you hear it as I do?
The whispers I can hear so clear,
tell me moon should I fear.
The soft sounds heard in the night, should I run away in fright.
Please tell me moon so high and bright.
whisperer May 2014
"The Waltz Of The Wind"
by Fred Rose
You were there in my arms alone in the moonlight
The trees played the waltz of the wind
It was there I knew I'd love you forever
As we danced to the waltz of the wind
The stars up above you look down in your eyes
And there in the moonlight I knew
So I'll say goodbye dear till tomorrow
Till we dance to the waltz of the wind