Poem: The Devine

In the quiet breath of morning light,
The divine stirs, unseen, but bright.
A whisper soft, a touch so near,
A force that calms each doubt and fear.

It dances in the starry sky,
In every tear that falls, each sigh,
In moments shared, both loud and still,
In hearts that beat with love’s own will.

It hums within the winds that blow,
In ancient trees, in rivers’ flow,
A thread that weaves through time and space,
A gentle, boundless, loving grace.

It is the spark within our soul,
The quiet urge to make us whole,
In every prayer, in every song,
The divine calls us to belong.

Not in the grandeur of the throne,
But in the humble, unknown,
In every act of kindness, true,
The divine lives, within me, you.

It cannot be seen, yet always near,
A sacred light, a truth so clear.
In all we are, in all we do,
The divine, forever, shines through.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie