Listening to the Whispers

Listening to the whispers
That come through time and space,
The voices of the Ancestors
Of every creed and race.

Our silent spirits are waiting;
Inspiration is our desire.
The spark of understanding
Will set our hearts on fire.

Within that fiery vision,
The whispers call our names,
Asking those who listen,
To carry the Eternal Flame.

The Flame is illumination,
Of the Love that lies within,
All creatures, Tribes, and Nations
Become family once again.

Are we really listening
To the whispers all around?
The voices within the circle
Are calling for common ground.

Where Peace is the message,
Where no child stands alone,
And no hearts are broken,
Because we've all come Home....

~~By Jamie Sams ~~