Midst of the Quiet

In the midst of the quiet,
I hear a gentle whisper,
Tugging at my soul,
Who’s longing for a home.
I strain my ears
To catch the speaking breeze,
And grasp peaceful words,
Spoken just to me.

“You are mine and mine alone,
and I will never let you go,
for I formed you with my bare hands,
my child so perfectly formed.
I created you with a purpose,
A life, a goal, a dream,
And if you ever feel lost in the moment,
Just open your ears and listen for me,
In the midst of the quiet.”