there – the whisper
calling her name
there is the silence,
no need to explain.
there’s the faith
she felt deep inside
there is the answer,
she knew she’d find.
there – the whisper
calling her name
there is the silence,
no need to explain.
there’s the faith
she felt deep inside
there is the answer,
she knew she’d find.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Faith fades, and then it resurfaces, or at least for me. 🙂 And sometimes, the answers are there all along. Lovely poem, Audrey. ❤
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So much truth in your words, Lauren. Thank you for reading. ♡
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There… I love those moments. Beautifully invoked, Audrey. ❤️
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Thank you, Betty. Happy to have brought you near those you’ve had. ♡
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I sense a lot of hope in this one, Miss A. Things might not be ideal right now, but “right now” always passes, and something better can take its place.
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The theme of hopefulness seems to be a popular one, Debbie. I find that very interesting. Thank you for reading. Always.
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Answers are not always easy to find. Nice.
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Very true. I had a lesson in patience today. Sometimes finding answers is easier with someone beside us. Thanks for being near, Butch.
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Lessons in patience are usually the hardest. Yup I’m here.
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Jeepers, you have that one right. ♡ You da best.
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Sometimes we have faith, sometimes, certainty, often both.
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Both is ideal, Dan. At least I think so anyway. Affirmation is a huge part of what can calm a heart. Thanks for being here.
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Faith encapsulated.
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Putting our faith in others is worth the risk. Thank you, Ben.
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In some cases, yes.
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I think there’s always an answer that follows our own doubts and insecurities.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/11/02/follow-by-two/
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So true. It’s being open to the answer, which brings us to an edge we didn’t see coming, it seems.
Thank you for the link, Ivor. I shall be over to see you soon.
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Ominous, quietly so. A subtle poem that sneaks up on you. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading, Oscar. I’m honored you believe so. It is nice to meet you.
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You’re very welcome. It’s nice to meet you as well.
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Thank you, Sir
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So hopeful and sweet.
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I adore you see hopeful and sweet. I read it differently, but that is the beauty of poetry, it seems. It meets us where we are at the time. I sense scared and unsure today, but it’s usually my own doing when those feelings arrive. Thank you, Shari.
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The lights, they work!
Her faith restored once more.
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Yes, they do.
A beautiful outcome, I say
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A lot of simple trust lies in flicking that switch and all that comes of it.
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The switch was flicked, I believe. Trust is important, and a little affirmation along the way helps.
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Should the light announce that it is turned on? Perfect for the blind!
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Would help, I think, don’t you?
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Not really. It would simply be an additional layer of injury for them. It would remind them of their condition and the futile nature of the act. After hearing it a few times, it would begin to grate their nerves. Far better that it be turned on in silence.
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So much for showing them I believed in their ability to overcome. Sigh.
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