With your Heart- a poem

I listen for the sound of you,

I reach into the air.

I sense your presence close to me.

Somehow, I know you’re there.

I’VE heard it said, the sweetest sounds,

Alas, cannot be heard.

And yet, have you not witnessed songs

That come from all the birds?

AND still, the greatest image seems,

They say to have no form.

Yet have you not seen rainbows,

Appearing after storms?

AS faith is strong, yet can’t be seen,

Through eyes that look alone.

But,when you look up with your heart,

You’ll see the beauty shown.

Retm