From the Archives—Featuring John W. Williams and Eleanor Michael

Dear Whispers’ Readers,

Our poetry community is blend of many voices, sharing the joy of words.  Today, I would like to honor two talented, award winning writers that do not have computers.  It takes a lot of time to prepare manuscripts for postal submission, yet they continue to grace our journal with their poems.  Both John and Eleanor encourage other writers and have been supporting our online journal since 2013.

As we look to the future, it is important that veteran writers share poetry to help others hone their writing.  Both John and Eleanor use a variety of literary elements as well as artistic visual presentations to convey their thoughts. Congratulations my friends!  It is gift to be able to showcase your delightful poems.

Blessings,

Karen O’Leary—Whispers’ Editor

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Nature’s Reflections

By John W. (Bill) Williams

Simple things are miracles.

I hold them up to a mirror

     in praise;

with each reflection

I see the face of Nature…

simple things created

     by the Master’s hand:

like sunshine at the beginning

     of a new day,

     daffodils in spring,

and rainbows after a sudden rain.

Simple things are easy to find:

I see them in the meadows of wildflowers;

I hear them in melodies of birds…

when I reach out to Nature’s Miracles,

     it matters not the season.

I always find perfect and simple gifts…

silent reflections waiting to be discovered.

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A Time to Sing

By Eleanor Michael

Too shy to show

     her gift –

her “light,”

     she hid her voice

“under a bushel.”

     She always found

other things

     she needed to do

to help someone.

After a long life

     – too late –

she realized

     her gift was gone.

But she smiled

     when she died.

She heard a voice,

     “Now, you’ll sing

with the angels.”