Her voice is soft.
She tries to look you in the eyes.
Oh how she would love you to hear
The words she speaks,
But,
You are to busy listening to yourself
And what you have to say
To hear anyone else.
Her voice is soft.
She tries to look you in the eyes.
Oh how she would love you to hear
The words she speaks,
But,
You are to busy listening to yourself
And what you have to say
To hear anyone else.
We learn so much from each other
In the silence
If only we listen
To what we
Hear.
Our ancestors speak in
Whispers
To the soul.
They have learned,
They know
That when speaking in
Loud rumblings,
In anger
You cannot hear.
This is what echoes back to you.
So,
They whisper in love and kindness
When all is quiet
To remind us
Of
The way.