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I don’t hear the words, but I know how to listen.
Deep within, the ears of my soul are open.
That’s why even without words, I listen…
I listen to the gentle whispers of the breeze—it echoes the tiny voices of angels singing their hymns of praises.
I listen to the birds upon the treetops hum their cheers for the colors of the earth…
I listen to the thunder out in the distance booming its strength and might…they warn you of the storm there is to come…
I listen to the raindrops thumping in the rooftops…they cry drops of wisdom and character…
I listen to the sound of hearts—beating loudly of joy and sorrow, loneliness and comfort…
I listen to sound of little hopes coming from hearts which are broken… hoping to find happiness amidst the darkness…
I listen to the whispers of love and passion, from the lips of the one you love…
I listen to the muffled cries of newborn angels…they emanate God’s gift of life…
I listen to the silence of the night…that amidst this world of chaos, there is peace under the humbled light of stars and moon…
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