Nearing the crest of the gentle hill
Where we walked together so many times
I begin to feel a whisper of the mysterious blessing
When spirit speaks softly to me.

There are many memories
Particular places where I heard the whisper
I am sitting at such a place even now
Listening to the birdsongs
And feeling the gentle breeze
Giving thanks for yet another beautiful moment.

May 20, 2024

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