Listen to the silence, where all the quiet voices
talk,
To the footsteps tiptoed, where the dead now
walk,
Listen to the breezes, where the old whispers
breathe,
To the traipsing wept tears, when vowed promises
leave,
Listen to caress upon breast, where lover´s
breath lingers,
To the sweet soft dreams, sent by Angel´s gentle
fingers,
Listen to God´s answers, within the slumbering
of prayer,
Heed & listen, to ancestors waiting, upon
life´s final stair.
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