Poem: Light of the Soul

In the quiet corners where shadows dance,
There lies a glow, a subtle trance.
It flickers softly, yet holds great might,
The light that’s born of the soul’s pure light.

Not from the sun, nor stars above,
But from within, a well of love.
It pierces through the darkest night,
Guiding lost hearts to realms of sight.

In every being, it softly gleams,
A beacon bright, in dreams, it teems.
It whispers secrets, ancient and old,
In the language of the soul, untold.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
It leads the way, it knows no lie.
It paints the world in hues divine,
A masterpiece where souls entwine.

In moments still, when silence reigns,
It sings its song, it heals the pains.
It speaks of hope and endless grace,
In every heart, it finds its place.

So let it shine, let it unfold,
The light that’s born of the soul’s pure gold.
For in its glow, we find our whole,
The light, the essence of the soul.