Epiphany


A murmured hush; a voiceless song; a prayer
Disclosed itself upon my inward heart.
Just when it first began I’m not aware:
It came so silently without a start.
Since first I noticed it, I’ve let it sing;
It seems I ever knew it, all along;
And likely such sweet sound will always ring,
For, since it found me, it has been my song.
I had not skill enough to know its name:
This song was sent to me, as are all gifts.
I knew not how to live until it came,
But now it lights my way and it uplifts.
This song shows me the life I did not see:
It is the voice of God that carries me.