Eternal echoes are calling me somewhere on the wind
They’re hard to hear – sometimes I fear I won’t hear them again
But they return and seem to say you’ve somewhere you belong
Eternal echoes are leading me with the silent voice of love
We are what we do with our silence
It is the drawing back of the bow string on the bow
And silence is the place we meet face to face
And silence is restoring me – it is the still small voice
Preparing me for all that is to come
You meet me by the water in the morning
Say the boat that I must row cannot carry gold
Nor weapons to maim or kill – they will destroy my soul
So I must leave it all behind for a much, much better way
Preparing me for all that is to come
Eternal echoes are calling me somewhere on the wind
They’re hard to hear – sometimes I fear I won’t hear them again
But they return and seem to say you’ve somewhere you belong
Eternal echoes are leading me with the silent voice of love
© Garth Hewitt
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