Poem: Your Darkest Hour

Even in your darkest hour,
When prayers feel lost to empty skies,
I see the light God placed in you—
A flame, no night could ever disguise.

When silence weighs upon your chest,
And hope feels distant, cold, and thin,
There is a whisper in the dark:
“Beloved child, I dwell within.”

No shadow stronger than the soul,
No wound beyond what Grace can mend.
The light you carry is not yours—
But heaven’s spark that will not end.

Though fear may veil your weary face,
And faith may tremble in your hands,
Your spirit speaks in sacred ways
The world itself can’t understand.

Even in your darkest hour,
When you believe you’re out of sight,
The angels still are watching you—
And I still see your holy light.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty