Listening to every heart
Pine boughs oh so gently sighing
send your dreams up, flying ~
up, up, where the Eagleís in flight ~
then look down from this height.
See all things just as they are,
find your wish among My stars,
donít forget I hear prayers too
and Iíve made Paradise just for you.
Now let the heart follow mind
on this flight, your soul unwinds,
drift along the invisible current
away from lifeís daily torment.
At my hand your time is written,
and My love Iíve not kept hidden ~
so fear not the pine boughs sighing
or when Eagleís wings take to flying.
Now you may return to daily tasks
and work with Me, is all I ask,
for I may make your burdens light,
so your soul will always take flight.
11 November, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow