
In shadows deep where silence dwells,
Amidst the quiet, soft as bells,
A flicker glows, a tender spark,
A whisper cutting through the dark.
The night may stretch, its hands so wide,
But still the light refuses to hide.
It dances on with steady grace,
A gleam of hope in every space.
Though doubt and fear may cloud the skies,
And shadows mask the weary eyes,
The light endures, it will not fade,
It shines through every fear we’ve made.
For in the dark, though hard to see,
The light reminds us: we are free.
A beacon bold, a soul’s true guide,
It lives within, not just outside.
So when the night seems long and cold,
Remember, light is brave and bold.
It grows from love, from hope, from heart,
A flame that never will depart.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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