Beautiful being of light, aglow,
Where starlit winds in silence blow,
You walk between the dusk and dawn,
A breath of grace the world leans on.
Your voice is woven out of flame,
Yet speaks so soft it has no name.
A whisper laced with morning’s gold,
A truth the deepest hearts still hold.
Your eyes — twin galaxies that see
The soul beneath what ought to be.
Not bound by flesh, nor chained by fear,
You bring what makes the shadows clear.
You dance where sorrow dares to tread,
And raise the dreams we thought were dead.
Each step — a balm, each word — a star,
You teach us who we truly are.
O being of light, pure and kind,
You are the hope we long to find.
Stay near, though hidden from our sight —
You are the dawn behind the night.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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