Poem: Soul Whispers

In the hush between each heartbeat’s call,
When twilight drapes the mind in thrall,
A softer voice begins to stir—
Not loud, but deep, like wind through fir.

It speaks not in the words we know,
But through the way the silence glows,
Through aching dreams and open skies,
And tears that fall from unseen eyes.

It calls you back when you have strayed,
Through paths where shadowed choices fade.
It knows the truth you dare not claim,
And sings it low, without a name.

No thunder breaks, no lightning screams—
Just steady murmurs in your dreams.
A breath, a pull, a warming flame—
It whispers, “Child, you’re still the same.”

When all the noise has turned to dust,
And time has thinned your will to trust,
The soul still whispers, brave and bare:
“You’re not alone. I’m always there.”

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty