Poem: The Power of the Soul

Not forged in stone or bound by flesh,
It breaks beyond what time can mesh.
No chain can hold, no blade control
The quiet force we call the soul.

It hums beneath the breath we take,
Awake in dreams, in hearts that break.
It rises when the will is gone,
It sings its strength and carries on.

Through every storm it finds its way,
A compass lit by an inner flame.
It speaks in silence, acts in grace,
And leaves its mark in every place.

You cannot see it, yet it moves
Through love, through loss, through all you choose.
It knows what logic can’t explain,
The beauty born of joy and pain.

It lifts the fallen to their feet,
It makes the broken still complete.
No louder voice, no greater role—
There is no match for the soul.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie