I whispered your name to the Universe,
Silent echoes, butterflies on the wind,
Calling you to me.
Only in softness, gentle as snowflakes,
Fragile and transient
Will the voiceless speak.
Yet into the silence your name flutters,
A feather falling at my feet
From a clear sky.
I hear my voice and listen to my own cry
Calling your name in the silence,
In you I find myself.
From Life Lines ~ Sue Vincent
“Vincent begins her book of soul-full poems with the sentence “There is a poet in every heart.” Those who read Life Lines: Poems from a Reflection will discover their own poetic heart if they’re not sure if they have one. And those who sink deep into reflections on life, death, ageing, the Spirit, bad times, joy, peace, their purpose in life, and more, will sink into these beautiful reflective and thought-provoking poems.
This poetry is not unreachable (like some poetry in which their poet thinks the more obscure the poem is, the deeper it is). No, Vincent’s poems are clear despite the beautiful use of words. The first poem in the book caught me and led me on to all the other poems: “The pen paints the souls longing in jewel tones.” Yes, that is my hope as a writer, and as a human. So many of these poems I read over and over again, like CALLING, “I whispered your name to the Universe, Silent echoes, butterflies on the wind, calling you to me…” I could go on, but I’m busy, rereading these poems that speak to my Spirit.”
Thank you, Pamela!