The Angel’s Whisper ~ A Poem by Samuel Lover

When Angels Whisper: Love, Loss, and the Silent Language of Hope

Sometimes, the greatest miracles arrive in silence, wrapped in the soft breath of a sleeping child and the prayers of a desperate heart.

The Angel’s Whisper

Samuel Lover

A baby was sleeping,
 It’s mother was weeping,
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
 And the tempest was swelling
 Round the fisherman’s dwelling,
And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh come back to me!”

Her beads while she numbered,
 The baby still slumbered
And smil’d in her face as she bended her knee;
 “O blest be that warning,
 My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

“And while they are keeping
 Bright watch o’er thy sleeping,
Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me!
 And say thou would’st rather
 They’d watch o’er thy father!—
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.”

The dawn of the morning
 Saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy her babe’s father to see;
 And closely caressing
 Her child, with a blessing,
Said, “I knew that the angels were whispering with thee.”

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