Whisper

A poem by Nancy Fijan

Not the deepest of secrets, nor the dirtiest of scars,

The most haunting of memories, blue seas of blame –

No matter who comes out of the woods,

Will my breath ever freeze when saying…I believe in you.

With the love of the Father ripped away,

Wearing out sails, now tattered and torn –

Surviving the dream is destiny’s course;

Gently listening, stroking nose and cheek…I believe in you.

Soothing ancient river, revitalizing the soul,

Built internal civilization greater than Rome –

With risk comes sacrifice and golden reward;

Tightly bound beauty, natural embrace…I believe in you.