Whispers Of New Creation

This is a reading I wrote in 2008, in response to a dream I had the night before Easter, on Holy Saturday. I can still hear the whispers in the day and the night.

WHISPERS OF NEW CREATION
Dan Wilt

We hear a voice, now sweet, now strong,
Now fading into days to come
Compelling us to listen.

It lingers in the fragrant flow’r
It solos in the songs of wind
Restraining us from movement.

It writhes and twists within our souls
And groans for freedom’s everlife
To dance with new creation.

It whispers from an age ahead
It stirs our hopes and haunts our dreams
Inviting us to listen.

It speaks of death and hate and harm
Confronted by a love more firm
A life more everlasting

It speaks of veils now torn in two
No separations yet to come
No walls to keep us distant

It speaks of life beyond our times
It sings that we will live beyond
And wake to see perfection

It speaks of peace between us all
It speaks of eden’s garden walk
In everlasting union

We hear a voice, now sweet, now strong,
Now fading into days to come
Compelling us to listen.