His voices of Whispers

I hear His voices of whispers
in the rustling of leaves,
in watchwords or catchwords,
gyrating from within,
are they voices I hear?
They are His whispers
auditory to your
benumbed senses,
in the rustling of weaves,
singing a lullaby to your
broken heart,
in the melody of the
chorus of humming birds,
His whispers of comfort,
in the crumbs of bread
Pieces, in the teething
humanity of airports,
His whispers of protection,
in the wailing of the
Newborn , uncared for,
in the garbage mound,
I see His care,
whispers of protection,
when the world whimpers,
He whispers from
morn till noon,
whispers, whispers
to wipe our tears.