Poem: The First Step Inward

The first step inward, small and true,
A whisper soft, a path to view.
Beyond the noise, beyond the fray,
Where silence calls and night meets day.

The heart, it stirs, a quiet plea,
To wander deep, to simply be.
No map, no guide, just tender trust,
In sacred soil, in dust we must.

A gentle breath, a glance within,
Where shadows fade, and light begins.
The mirror shows not just the face,
But echoes of a timeless place.

The first step inward, brave and clear,
The world outside may disappear.
For in this space, where dreams are spun,
The journey starts, the work began.

With every step, the soul will grow,
To seek the truth, to let it flow.
And though the way may twist and bend,
The first step inward has no end.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie