over the pitch of every wind…
telling me how important,
how important, I am to Him.
He is singing …
At the top of His range
Through many voices…
To tell me,
I matter…
I matter to Him.
He is whispering …
At the top of his lungs,
Through someone close in my life…
Telling me,
how special I am…
to Him.
©2012 jan leree