When we listen
We will hear the ancient waterfalls
A million teardrops over haughty crests
When we listen
We will know the colors of joyful wings
Swarming over maiden earth and sea
When we listen
We will find the common treasure house
The inheritance of the sons of Eden
When we listen
We will see the hidden pathways
Beaten out by limbs of benevolence
When we listen
We will covet the glory of tears
Enshrouded in the golden spirit of His throne-room
When we listen
We will sing the eternal verses
The mysterious anthem of the chosen
When we listen
We will become the olden beauty
Yet the freshest dew on earth’s parched leaves
Only then will we be free to dance
In concentric circles of cascading colours
To the ancient call
To the pressing cry
To the enrapturing music
Within our very breasts
When We Listen – A Poem
Posted by davidluiz in Headline, Messages, Poems
We will hear the ancient waterfalls
A million teardrops over haughty crests
When we listen
We will know the colors of joyful wings
Swarming over maiden earth and sea
When we listen
We will find the common treasure house
The inheritance of the sons of Eden
When we listen
We will see the hidden pathways
Beaten out by limbs of benevolence
When we listen
We will covet the glory of tears
Enshrouded in the golden spirit of His throne-room
When we listen
We will sing the eternal verses
The mysterious anthem of the chosen
When we listen
We will become the olden beauty
Yet the freshest dew on earth’s parched leaves
Only then will we be free to dance
In concentric circles of cascading colours
To the ancient call
To the pressing cry
To the enrapturing music
Within our very breasts