By Margaret Harms
And when we whisper, then the stars fall down; to be partakers of our honey talk. (Christopher Marlowe)
I hear the whisper of the snow as it swishes through the frigid air. Its whisper at the window pane seems to tell me to stay inside where it’s warm and snug.
The partridges whisper their soft “kee-uck” to each other under the snow-laden branches of the evergreen tree on our front lawn, wondering when the man of the house will again spread the oats on the ground for their supper.
The black cat comes from the animals’ house to gaze into the garden doors to see what I’m doing. I open the door and welcome him into my arms. I whisper love into his soft, thick, furry coat and his audible purr whispers back, “I love you too.”
When our daughter was a baby, she would wiggle and squirm while I tried to change her diaper. If I whispered sweet nothings in her ear she became very still and the expression of wonder on her face spoke of magic.
My husband and I softly whisper comforting thoughts to each other before falling asleep. With the children all gone from the nest, we don’t need to be concerned about disturbing anyone with our bedtime discussions but we whisper anyway. I’ve discovered that speaking softly, as in a whisper, can be comforting and soothing. It often speaks the language of love.
Today I whisper words of encouragement
to someone who needs it.
© Margaret Harms 2016
Accept was originally published in “Creative Journey Five Minute Meditations for Transformation” Published by Heartspace Writing School.
Biography – Margaret Harms
Margaret Harms is a retired teacher. After retirement she has travelled to Burkina Faso, Africa, completed a Life Writing course at CMU, and has taken up painting. Margaret writes poetry, memories of her childhood, and stories of her family and her teaching experiences. Her passion is reading. Margaret and her husband live on a small acreage near Lowe Farm, Manitoba, Canada, where they enjoy gardening in summer. She lovingly tends her roses.