Poem: Beauty of the Soul

The beauty of the soul,
Not found in what the eyes can see,
But in the whispers of kindness,
In the depth of silent plea.

It’s in the way a heart will bend,
To heal, to care, to understand,
In every touch that mends the cracks,
And every word that lends a hand.

It’s in the quiet strength that rises,
When the world is loud and cold,
The warmth that burns inside the storm,
A fire that never grows old.

The beauty of the soul is endless,
A canvas painted with the sky,
In every laugh, in every tear,
It reaches deep, it soars so high.

It’s in the way we lift each other,
Without a need for praise or fame,
In simply being, in simply loving,
That’s where the beauty lays its claim.

Thank-you for reading.

Many blessings to all.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie