In whispers soft, the cosmos sings,
A melody on angel wings.
Through veils unseen, a golden thread,
Guides the heart where fears have fled.
The stars align in sacred dance,
Each flicker born of love’s expanse.
A river flows through time and space,
Carving paths of endless grace.
In quiet stillness, truth takes form,
A gentle calm within the storm.
The pulse of life, both vast and near,
Reminds the soul why it is here.
Oh, seeker on this earthly shore,
Unlock the light within your core.
For every breath, a chance to weave,
The life divine you can conceive.
So rise, dear heart, and claim your place,
A vessel for the boundless grace.
In every step, let love be thine—
Forever walking a line with the Divine.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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