Whispering Thoughts Sitting in a daze thinking of life’s enduring pains. There is a whisper. The whisper tells me of my past but highlights my present and future. It tells me of my failures but illuminates my triumphs. It even reflects on my sins but acknowledges my loyalty to God. I sit and sit and listen to this whisper while my soul aches from its quiet rant. The whisper clouds my mind with anger. Anger to those whom I love or thought I loved. Resentment toward my mother, my father, my father (biological that is), my wife, and to those who had the Chameleon characteristic, portraying friendship. Oh I had enough of this whisper. STOP! SHHHH, I hear a faint chuckle. Then the whisper asked. How?
