Poem: Every

Every

Every warm wind, rife with the perfume
of early morning flowers,

Every taste of fresh warm bread
or ice cold wine late in the day,

Every sound of a child's laughter
or the birds singing at dawn,

Every tender kiss and the soft caress
of love in the dark hours after midnight,

Every wild gypsy dance,
full of passion and grace,

Every moment, even those of pain
that teach and torture,

is a whisper,
God's word
made real
as he holds us
in his mighty, creative hands.