Poem: I Walk the Path of Light

I walk the path of light through shadowed veil and storm,
Where ancient winds remember truths beyond the human form.
The stars above, like watchful eyes, in silence guide my way,
And moonlight pours like silver fire upon the night’s ballet.

Each step ignites the unseen threads that bind the earth to sky,
I hear the hush of secrets kept in roots that do not die.
The trees bow low in reverence, the stones hum deep and low,
As if the world itself recalls the path I’ve come to know.

A voice within, not made of sound, yet clear as crystal flame,
Calls me through realms of dream and dusk, yet never speaks a name.
Its wisdom weaves through time and breath, through sorrow, joy, and dust,
And bids me trade all fleeting things for faith and sacred trust.

I walk the path of light where shadow dares not stay,
Where truth is born in silence and fear dissolves away.
The night may press upon my back, but still my soul takes flight—
For I am not alone, and I walk the path of light.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie