for someone crying out for love
that isn’t always heard.
As we travel down life’s road,
we should listen for the whispers
that surround us on our way.
A cry from an infant,
the torment of someone lost
along their way.
There are so many whispers
and we should all
identify ourselves with one.
For within every heartbeat
a whisper can be heard.
6 April 2009
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