Poem: Soul

Beneath the noise, beneath the name,
Beyond the roles we learn to claim,
There lies a flame no storm can quell—
The soul, the truth, where silence dwells.

Not skin, nor bone, not thought or face,
Not measured by the world’s embrace,
It moves like wind through unseen space—
A pulse of light, a quiet grace.

It is not born, it does not die,
It does not need to question why.
It simply is, both still and free—
The root of who you’re meant to be.

You are not fear, you are not past,
You are the space where shadows pass.
You are the calm beneath the tide,
The voice that waits when others hide.

So when the world distorts your view,
Return again to what is true—
Not what you own, or what you do,
But who you are: the soul, the you.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie