Becoming a Conduit of Light
In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
A spark within begins to leap.
A flicker born from tender soul,
Seeking the vast, to make it whole.
Through narrow paths, through endless skies,
The heart begins to realize,
That light is not a thing to own,
But something to be freely shown.
A conduit now, I stand with grace,
A vessel for the sun’s embrace.
The glow within, it starts to bloom,
And in its wake, dispels the gloom.
Each thought, a beam; each word, a ray,
A shining guide to light the way.
The darkened world begins to see
That light is love, and love is free.
No longer bound, no longer blind,
I reach beyond, I seek, I find—
The truth that in the soul resides,
A spark that spreads, where love abides.
I am the bridge, the path, the flame,
Not bound by time, nor by a name.
Becoming more than what I seem,
A conduit of light, a living dream.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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