Poem: Let Your Soul’s Light Grow

Let your soul’s light grow, not fast but true,
Like morning sun through skies of blue.
No rush, no race, no measured pace—
Just steady warmth in quiet grace.

Through every scar, through every strain,
It finds its way through joy and pain.
Fed by truth and stilled by care,
It deepens in the open air.

Let it root in what is real—
In how you love, in what you feel.
Let it stretch through fear and doubt,
Till all that holds it in burns out.

You don’t need grand or loud acclaim,
A gentle glow can light the same.
A tender word, a hand held near—
These are the ways it will appear.

So tend the flame, protect its gleam,
Give it time and space to dream.
In every breath, through ebb and flow—
Let your soul’s light softly grow.