Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Silk Scarf with Petals

Silent Songs

I hear the silent songs
in the atmosphere,
as they are exhaled
in the breath of the earth,
the gentle chants
for universal truth,
the expansion of clarity
through lessons learned,
the inner sighs of relief
after facing one’s fears,
the prayers for healing
to sooth tender burns,
the weary last wishes
of souls worn by their years,
and the secret longings for love
in between all the tears.