Beneath the veil of silent stars,
Where dream and dawn entwine,
A whisper stirs in ancient scars—
A call beyond the spine.
No map is drawn, no compass true,
Yet still the heart must go,
Through shadowed wood and silver dew
Where unseen rivers flow.
They walk with feet that kiss the ground,
Yet, leave no trace behind,
Their breath a hymn, their gaze profound,
Their soul with stars aligned.
The pain of worlds they gently bear
Like candles in the night,
To lift the veils of deep despair
And seed the fields with light.
They speak in tones the wind can hear,
And dream in sacred flame,
Their every wound becomes a seer,
Their silence holds a name.
With hands aglow, they mend the rift
Where love and fear have warred,
And every tear becomes a gift—
A blessing once ignored.
The path is steep, the climb unclear,
Yet still they rise and shine,
A lightworker, both far and near,
Beyond all space and time.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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