Lela Marie De La Garza- A Poem

WHISPER                                              

                                        

Scarcely seen colours as rainbow through mist;

Hardly heard tone as a velvet wrapped chime;

God's word is not always trumpeted blast,

But that which is searched for and found in His time.

Softly as leaves lifting over a brook;

Gently as dust sifting into the sand

God’s word is not always thunder or flame

But stillness of light in the palm of His hand.