whispering moment

it was a low whispering in the wind
that brought me to my knees

with the gulls screaming overhead
I dared to release what was within

fingers of the crashing waves reached to capture my cries
as they flew across the water’s surface

fueled by pain
bent over in agony
I cried to my God

and the whispering
wrapped around me
sheltered me
hid me

emptied finally of grief
I found rest
in the low whispering of the wind

and His voice
enclosed me
with peace