When silence wraps the waking soul,
And shadows try to take their toll,
Look not to distant skies above—
The light you seek is made of love.
It flickers soft, a whispered flame,
Unseen by those who chase acclaim.
But in your stillness, brave and true,
The ember waits—it’s part of you.
Through trials sharp and nights unkind,
Let kindness be the flame you find.
Let every wound, once cloaked in pain,
Be filled with light and not in vain.
Breathe deep the fire, let it rise,
A sun reborn behind your eyes.
No storm can claim what burns so deep,
No dark can dim what you still keep.
Each choice in grace, each word in peace,
Each act of hope brings sweet release.
You are the spark, the torch, the guide—
The flame that will not run or hide.
So tend it well, though winds may spin,
And strengthen all the light within.
For in your glow, the world will see
What human hearts were meant to be.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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