Poem: The Soul Always Knows

In hush of dawn or twilight’s close,
Beneath the wind, the stream that flows,
Beyond the words, the mind may weave—
The soul remembers, won’t deceive.

It knows the path though eyes are blind,
It hums a truth not caged by time.
When heart is cracked or lost in storm,
It holds the thread, the quiet form.

It knows the faces you have loved,
The skies you’ve watched, the stars above.
It bears the ache you cannot name,
Yet keeps the fire, the inner flame.

When all the world feels strange or wrong,
The soul still sings its ancient song.
No map, no chart, no echoed voice—
Just stillness deep, and sacred choice.

So trust the whisper, faint and low—
Wherever you wander, the soul will know.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie