A WHIMSICAL WHISPER FROM A SILENT SCRIPTURE By Jasen Sousa
A WHIMSICAL WHISPER FROM A SILENT SCRIPTURE
You can hear what I write,
like you can hear day turn to night.
My words walk with the wind
and seep through slain souls of women and men.
This is a whimsical whisper
from a silent scripture.
Words written with wisdom
to ensure the world will listen.
Sometimes caring, sometimes violent voices,
take them with you wherever you travel, to help you win
your battle.
This is a whimsical whisper
from a silent scripture.
Just when you think the message is fading,
these words do not understand aging.
Not if they are buried or burned.
Hope is earned every time a page is turned.
This is a whimsical whisper
from a silent scripture.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©
You can hear what I write,
like you can hear day turn to night.
My words walk with the wind
and seep through slain souls of women and men.
This is a whimsical whisper
from a silent scripture.
Words written with wisdom
to ensure the world will listen.
Sometimes caring, sometimes violent voices,
take them with you wherever you travel, to help you win
your battle.
This is a whimsical whisper
from a silent scripture.
Just when you think the message is fading,
these words do not understand aging.
Not if they are buried or burned.
Hope is earned every time a page is turned.
This is a whimsical whisper
from a silent scripture.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©