Let Our Hearts Sing Out Without Restraint

Something Whispered Something

Something Whispered Something

Something whispered something...

A centuries-old prayer today.

A ritual of sorts.

I swear I heard it rippling through the leaves in waves of verdant gossipping.

The stream just at the foot of the hill gurgled its own rendition of the prayer

And the raven nestled at the head of the canopy screeched its own.

Straining my ears, I could only hear enough to feel moved by nature's song,

But not enough to understand why.

Frankly, I'm not sure I wanted to - so I stopped trying to hear:

I tried to feel.