The spirit always breaks through the darkness,
A flame that flickers in the void,
When shadows creep and cold winds harass us,
The heart, though weary, won’t be destroyed.
Through endless nights of silent sorrow,
When hope feels distant, far away,
The spirit rises, just to borrow
A light from dawn, to guide the way.
No storm, no doubt, no fear can sever
The tethered soul from grace’s reach—
For even when we break forever,
The spirit speaks where words can’t breach.
It whispers softly, like wind through trees,
It sings the songs the heart forgets,
In every broken prayer, it free
A truth that time can’t soon upset.
The spirit always breaks through the dark,
A fire that burns, then leaves its spark.
It knows the road, it feels the strain,
And rises up, to rise again.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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