Threads of Sound

For once I thought let the picture be what I was doing while writing the poem.

 

We speak into the wind,

And they are carried away,

We write them upon paper,

To travel forth among souls.

Our thoughts silent whispers,

Take shape through our voices,

Different sounds among languages,

Share the same picture whole.

Such as the doorway,

Where things alive in the heart,

Take shape in the air,

To become alive in our life.

Awakening the heart,

Our souls receive breath,

To fan love’s flames,

Which change the world.

In this way,

God gave us the power,

To share life‘s gifts,

From heart to hearts.

Joining our lives,

With threads of sounds,

Where dreams become real,

And miracles do start.