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         by Shelley Wiseberg

I hear my name being called, through the whispers of the wind.

They are trying to tell me something, in a spiritual message.

I have heard them calling me in the background,

humming in meditative chant like a song from heaven.

They watch over me in a group of angels,

studying me from afar to see how I am doing, on the earth plane.

I feel them near me when I am awake, or when I am asleep.

Deep conversations of soul travel, through the astral plane,

reaching me with their wisdom.