~WHISPERS IN THE WIND~ A quiet place this seems to be, Here among these swaying trees; I hear quiet whispers in the wind... They are soundless voices blending in. ~ I walked slowly among the graves, They are resting places for the brave. These are souls that have gone on before, Had fought their fights and won their war. ~ They all had to choose right or wrong; Some, with Jesus, walked along. These are the ones saved by grace, Their Savior--they can now embrace. ~ So many souls have passed this way. Many lingered, wished to stay. They walked along hand in hand, All left footprints in the sand. ~ We cannot walk this way again, We must continue to life's end. All those souls who will come at the last Will watch our footprints from their past. ~ Soon all our hopes and all our dreams, All our thoughts and memories, Will be whispers in the wind... Soundless voices blending in. By Susan Elaine Collins 1999 ©     Click here to send this site to a friend!