Dear Whispers’ Friends,
It has been such a joy working with you for over four years. I can no longer keep up with submissions for a journal that publishes several poems each week. Our season will always be a special part of my own journey. I hope it was a treasured time for you too.
Although our journal is no longer able to accept submissions, I hope you will stop by from time to time to read a wide array poems by many talented people that have graced the pages of Whispers with their words. I want to thank you for your encouragement and support. Wishing you the best always!
Your Whispers’ Editor
Gentle voices, inspiring lights,
pour through words ever bright.
Uplifting strains and tender songs
help others sing along.
Faith flows out of kind, caring souls
into verse where love glows.
Poems blossom from life’s insight.
Gentle voices ever bright, burning beacons shine with light.
By Karen O’Leary