Post by MIRIAM JACOB on May 31, 2007 10:55:33 GMT -5
WHISPER IN THE NIGHT
By Chrissy Siggee
__________________
The night is dark. There is no moon. A distant night bird sings its song. The wind shakes the leaves of a nearby tree. Fighting cats hiss and spit, assaulting the quietness and then abruptly ceasing.Barking from some neighbourhood dog echoes away the feline intruders.
The silence returns, but the faint sound of a baby's cry stirs. The crying lingers for just a little while. The dim of the night remains unstirred. I close my eyes in expectation for sleep to come. Only silence.
A suppressed whisper infiltrates the peace of the surrounding blackness. My eyes spring open. Alertness returns. "What was that?" Again there is only silence. Tired eyes begin to close but the murmuring transpires again. "That whisper, where is it coming from?"
This time I lay awake, picturing the room around me. Faint outlines of the chair beside my bed begin to take shape. My eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. The whisper returns.
"Who's there?" My voice is barely audible.
It feels strange. I am not afraid. The whisper returns again and again. It is soothing and not at all alarming. Though faint as it is, I sense an inner stirring. I slide from my bed and feel my way slowly to the window. I part the curtains and gaze out to the unnatural darkness outside. Not even the pale glow of the street light can be seen. The world is completely still and silent. "What is this?"
Again the whisper comes. This time it calls from deep within my soul. "Pray for those who do not know me. Darkness will fall upon those who do not heed my call. The day will soon be here and time is running out. I need my children to plea for the lost so they will find the light. Don't wait, my child, because lives are being lost to this darkness every day. I have made you for a purpose. Through prayer you will know my will. I have given you a gift that can only be used to reveal my glory. Pray, my child, for the time is near."
The whisper hushes and the world outside comes faintly into focus. Moths flutter around the street light now burning bright. I look up into the heavens where stars begin to glow. The sounds of the night return to my ears. Leaves rustle with the wind re-stirring. I turn and fall upon my knees and weep for a world of lost sinners to see his light.
(C) Chrissy Siggee
___________________
Date: 23th August 2006
Chrissy has two adult children and two grandchildren. She lives with her husband of twenty-six years, in Sydney Australia. With her unique blend of experiences, she writes both fiction and non-fiction. She is currently writing her first book recounting experiences from her Pastoral Care ministry.
Article Source: www.faithwriters.com
By Chrissy Siggee
__________________
The night is dark. There is no moon. A distant night bird sings its song. The wind shakes the leaves of a nearby tree. Fighting cats hiss and spit, assaulting the quietness and then abruptly ceasing.Barking from some neighbourhood dog echoes away the feline intruders.
The silence returns, but the faint sound of a baby's cry stirs. The crying lingers for just a little while. The dim of the night remains unstirred. I close my eyes in expectation for sleep to come. Only silence.
A suppressed whisper infiltrates the peace of the surrounding blackness. My eyes spring open. Alertness returns. "What was that?" Again there is only silence. Tired eyes begin to close but the murmuring transpires again. "That whisper, where is it coming from?"
This time I lay awake, picturing the room around me. Faint outlines of the chair beside my bed begin to take shape. My eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. The whisper returns.
"Who's there?" My voice is barely audible.
It feels strange. I am not afraid. The whisper returns again and again. It is soothing and not at all alarming. Though faint as it is, I sense an inner stirring. I slide from my bed and feel my way slowly to the window. I part the curtains and gaze out to the unnatural darkness outside. Not even the pale glow of the street light can be seen. The world is completely still and silent. "What is this?"
Again the whisper comes. This time it calls from deep within my soul. "Pray for those who do not know me. Darkness will fall upon those who do not heed my call. The day will soon be here and time is running out. I need my children to plea for the lost so they will find the light. Don't wait, my child, because lives are being lost to this darkness every day. I have made you for a purpose. Through prayer you will know my will. I have given you a gift that can only be used to reveal my glory. Pray, my child, for the time is near."
The whisper hushes and the world outside comes faintly into focus. Moths flutter around the street light now burning bright. I look up into the heavens where stars begin to glow. The sounds of the night return to my ears. Leaves rustle with the wind re-stirring. I turn and fall upon my knees and weep for a world of lost sinners to see his light.
(C) Chrissy Siggee
___________________
Date: 23th August 2006
Chrissy has two adult children and two grandchildren. She lives with her husband of twenty-six years, in Sydney Australia. With her unique blend of experiences, she writes both fiction and non-fiction. She is currently writing her first book recounting experiences from her Pastoral Care ministry.
Article Source: www.faithwriters.com