CHASING THE LIGHT AT TORREY PINES SAN DIEGO
There is a Whisper
There is a voice that whispers in the wind it speaks, I listen.
There is grace that surrounds me as the moon sets, I listen.
There is a silence in the break of dawn that speaks, I listen.
There is a calling deep in the seat of my soul
that believes in the light, even in the darkest of hours
there is always light.
There is formidable hope that grows roots deep in my heart, I listen.
There is a voice, that does not use words, I listen.
© Sandra Kourah