Poem: Celtic Cross

In ancient stone, the circle lies,
A symbol of the earth and skies,
With arms that stretch, both wide and strong,
A timeless echo, a sacred song.

The wheel of life, the wheel of time,
A bridge between the low and climb,
Where light and shadow intertwine,
And stars above in silence shine.

Four directions, paths unfold,
A tale of stories yet untold,
The North, the South, the East, the West,
In their embrace, we find our rest.

Beneath the cross, the earth stands still,
A call to hearts with boundless will,
To honor roots, to rise above,
And walk the path of endless love.

The Celtic Cross, in twilight gleams,
A link to ancient, mystic dreams,
Where past and present softly meet,
And all the world feels warm and sweet.

Through fire and rain, through joy and pain,
Its power endures, will ever reign—
A symbol strong, of hope and grace,
A guiding light in time and space.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie