Poem: True Light

I wandered far through shadowed days,
Where hollow voices filled my gaze.
Each step I took, the silence grew—
A veil between the light and true.

Once, morning spoke in sacred tones,
And stars would hum through silver bones.
But noise has drowned the pure refrain,
And joy now walks with ghosts of pain.

O Light, not born of sun or flame,
But stillness calling out my name,
Beyond the reach of time or breath,
Beyond the grip of fear and death—

I miss the hush you used to bring,
The peace that made my spirit sing.
I miss the mirror, clear and wide,
That showed no self, just truth inside.

Have I grown blind, or merely cold?
The world has bought me, soul and soul.
Yet deep within, a spark remains—
A quiet ache, a holy strain.

So come, not loud, but like the dew
That gathers where the heart is true.
Unwind the dark with thread of grace,
And lead me back to your embrace.

For only Light can teach the eyes
To see through loss, to pierce the lies.
And only when I bend, not fight—
Can I return to the true Light.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty