Whisper

Have you ever heard the whisper of god?

It sounds like a turning page

or the scratch of a needle.

Each distinct,

and awakening that being

crawling beneath the flesh.

A mother calling you home,

a father exchanging his throne.

Let it be heard in the silence on the moon,

let it be heard in thunders deafening boom.

A star created, a world in bloom,

it's the sound of a moth winging towards noon.

In stillness and in movement

I hear the words of time,

a swinging dance stepping out of line.

Latitude and longitude

breaks their earthly tides

and gods mighty whisper

breaks the best of minds.