Voices of heavenVoices of heaven whisper in the breeze,
moan in the air, murmur in the waves,
sighs echoing from the forests
and from the grey mountains.
Voices of heaven murmur under the leaves,
in the prairies, in the woods and fields.
The poet of timid rhymes
cries by the spring, shy.
Voices of heaven sing on trees,
in the golden wheat, in the flowery garden,
in the smiley and misty blue,
in the spectral colors of the rainbow.
Voices of heaven cry in silence.
Silence! They speak to the heart.
And the Spirits, the new kingdom initiators
lead you to your Creator.
Elisa Mercoeur
