Poem: Intuition

Intuition, a guiding light unseen,
Whispers softly, a message keen.
Deep within, a knowing resides,
Unveiling truths that no logic abides.

In silent whispers, it gently speaks,
Nudging the soul, as destiny’s streaks.
A compass, unyielding, it knows the way,
Guiding through darkness, night and day.

With every decision, it gives a clue,
A feeling, a hunch, always true.
No rational proof, yet we believe,
In its power to help us achieve.

In matters of heart, it holds the key,
Unveiling secrets that only we see.
A gut feeling that cannot be ignored,
Leading us to where we’re adored.

Intuition, a force so divine,
Reading between the lines of time.
It reads the language of our soul,
Guiding us towards our ultimate goal.

Listen closely, to its gentle voice,
For in its guidance, we find rejoice.
Trust in its wisdom, let it be your guide,
With intuition, navigate life’s tide.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie