The Sounds — by Millie Parmer There’s a sound, underneath t
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 7:55 pm
The Sounds — by Millie Parmer
There’s a sound,
underneath the a/c humming,
deeper than your snores,
wider than the house,
that calls for me.
It is silence… and something else.
It’s faith wrapped in hope.
It’s truth expressing itself
through the core of conscious expansion.
I can’t force you to hear it.
I can’t even point it out.
The sounds must come from your own awareness.
But,
it is there waiting for you to acknowledge it.
It’s there, ever so greatly, vibrating
at some higher frequency.
And,
all I wish is that somewhere,
somehow,
you can wake
in the middle of the night
to find it moving through your own soul.
I am here.
I can hold your hand through it….
There’s a sound,
underneath the a/c humming,
deeper than your snores,
wider than the house,
that calls for me.
It is silence… and something else.
It’s faith wrapped in hope.
It’s truth expressing itself
through the core of conscious expansion.
I can’t force you to hear it.
I can’t even point it out.
The sounds must come from your own awareness.
But,
it is there waiting for you to acknowledge it.
It’s there, ever so greatly, vibrating
at some higher frequency.
And,
all I wish is that somewhere,
somehow,
you can wake
in the middle of the night
to find it moving through your own soul.
I am here.
I can hold your hand through it….
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