a secret given form, substance
a lie came to life, alive…
Thinking about that history,
The bard became my muse
speaking across time…
In the darkness of the cottage,
The bard of Scotland, calling,
In that room where he was born,
A repeating phrase in my spirit,
Unlike any in time…
I never knew I had that talent,
an accountant for fifteen years,
I had no sense of rhyme or meter,
I didn’t have a clue about cadence,
or ways to speak truth to others…
oh, how I remember these words,
“a hope, a prayer, a wish, a promise…”
words conjured from the ether,
echoing in my body, my spirit,
wanting to give birth to life…
Able to grab hold of a calling,
Sharing these words before others,
Hearing the affirmations, release
washing over me like oil,
knowing my purpose in life…
September 29, 2025
Why did he whisper to me?
the whisper of Burns – v4
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/the-whisper-of-burns-v4.html
sensing Robert Burns’ spirit, his words,
in my first poem and continuing
Written and posted October 13, 2024
the whisper of Burns
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/10/the-whisper-of-burns_25.html
Written and posted October 12, 2024
Channeling Taras
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/10/channeling-taras_25.html
About Taras Shevchenko speaking to my spirit,
through his life and poetry
September 25, 2024
I hear Taras’ whisper to me… - v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/09/i-hear-taras-whisper-to-me-v2.html
about Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko...
Robert Burns, Mikhail Bulgakov, and Nikolai Gogol…
Robert Frost and Mary Oliver…
December 11, 2023
I hear you calling to me – v3
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/12/i-hear-you-calling-to-me-v3.html
earlier poem, sensing Robert Burns…
I visited the birthplace of Robert Burns in Scotland in 1999.
That was where I started writing my 1st poem...
poetry, Ukraine, God, prayer, muse, writing, poets, calling, purpose, Taras Shevchenko, Robert Burns, Mikhail Bulgakov, Nikolai Gogol, whisper, presence, listening,

