I HEARD A VOICE WHISPER

'Twas in the beauty of early morning,
 Sun touched the top of trees,
Slipped simmering, silver light rays
Through their open leaves.

The beauty of it filled me with joy,
 But then the pain –
1 would not share such beauty
With you this earth ever again.

I felt cheated,
What good the beauty now?
You were not here to share it.

Then 1 heard a voice whisper,
 'Heaven is far more beautiful.'


                        © Helen Catherine Cramer

                  19th October, 1984.

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