Echoes Pervade the Silence

[UnicornRainbowCake]

Not that I can speak, I do it all the time, it'd be much more effective if you trimmed down some of it. Maybe the case of less is more - the less you say echo, the more effect it has when you do? For example:

They rise above the silence,
Permeate my soul.
In the bleak midnight hours,
They whisper intimate thoughts to my heart.
I survey the remnants of the forgotten past,
Searching for a sliver of happiness to cling to
I discover it deep within,
The power to trudge onward in the face of adversity!
They are the voices of angels speaking softly to my soul.
They sweetly whisper reassurances to my heart,
Reminders that God is always with me
They are a part of me,
They are what guide me through the rough patches.
When they penetrate the soul,
It is like rock shattering in a million pieces.
The façade is lifted and I am free to be me.
They are the voice of God speaking through angels.
As the saying goes, God works in mysterious ways.
They have raptured my soul and unhinged my cage.
I am soaring free,
Trying to figure out who I am
I will listen in the silence for answers,
The echoes will prevail.

In general, I think it's a nice poem with some good phases. Listen to the critique given here and it'd be really sound