Poem: The River of the Soul

A river flows beneath the skin,
A current deep, where dreams begin,
It winds through valleys, wide and grand,
A secret path, unseen by man.

Its waters swirl with joy and pain,
A silent song, a soft refrain,
The whispers of a distant past,
A steady flow that’s built to last.

It carries love, it carries fear,
A thousand voices, faint, yet clear,
It knows the ache of every loss,
And cradles hope at any cost.

Through rocky beds and gentle streams,
It navigates both light and dreams,
Each bend and turn, a truth to find,
A place where heart and spirit bind.

It doesn’t speak, but if you listen,
You’ll hear its heart, its soul, its mission,
To find its way through time and tide,
To cleanse the wounds it cannot hide.

The river of the soul will flow,
Through every joy, through every woe,
It knows the path, though veiled in mist,
A sacred truth in every twist.

And as it winds, it learns to see,
That in the depths, it’s wild and free—
A part of all, a thread unbroken,
A quiet love, forever spoken.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie