Reading this poem again, and using my ears more this time, I’m hearing, in Mary’s use of w’s and sibilant sounds, the gentle breeze and the whispers with which God Who is Spirit speaks to us. Thank you, Mary. I’m finding reassurance this morning in a quiet moment of meditation with this poem.
Reading this poem again, and using my ears more this time, I’m hearing, in Mary’s use of w’s and sibilant sounds, the gentle breeze and the whispers with which God Who is Spirit speaks to us. Thank you, Mary. I’m finding reassurance this morning in a quiet moment of meditation with this poem.