Not in the flourish, not in the show,
Not where the loudest praises go—
But in the stillness, soft and clear,
Is where the soul begins to hear.
No mask to wear, no part to play,
Just sitting close and choosing to stay.
Not fixing pain with clever lines,
But holding space as time unwinds.
The world may cheer the grand display,
But quiet love won’t look that way.
It doesn’t strive, it doesn’t chase—
It meets you in the silent place.
With open hands and eyes that see,
It offers just: you’re safe with me.
No need to shine, no need to prove—
It’s a presence that begins to soothe.
So if you come with wounds to tend,
Don’t look for actor—look for friends.
The ones who heal are not rehearsed.
They’re simply there. They see you first.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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