Poem: Miracles

In the quiet of a twilight hour,
Whispers weave through the fading light,
Hearts heavy with dreams like wilting flowers,
Longing for the spark of a miracle’s flight.

Beneath the stars, shadows softly sigh,
Each wish a feather on the winds of hope,
Searching for answers in a vast, dark sky,
Yearning for strength to help us cope.

The weary souls wander, seeking their way,
Through forests of doubt, where shadows loom,
Each step a prayer, each moment a sway,
In the dance of despair, a flicker of bloom.

For every tear that paints the night,
A glimmer of faith breaks the endless gray,
Miracles breathe in the silence of fright,
Transforming our fears, showing the way.

So let us gather our scattered dreams,
In the cradle of the night, where wonders abide,
For even the smallest of starlit beams
Can light up the path where hope and love guide.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie