Brush off the dust the world has thrown,
The thoughts that are not yours—unknown.
Unlace the weight from shoulders bare,
And let your breath become a prayer.
Inhale the light, exhale the grey,
Let stagnant echoes drift away.
Call back the pieces lost in storm,
And feel your spirit retransform.
With hands like rivers, sweep the air,
Clear out the static hanging there.
A whisper hums: you are the flame,
Untouched by fear, unbound by name.
Smudge with sage or bathe in sound,
Let crystal notes swirl all around.
The grief, the noise, the ache, the bind—
All wash away, leave none behind.
See golden threads weave through your core,
A field of peace where chaos tore.
You are aligned, you are made new,
Bright, untethered, pulsing true.
So when the world feels sharp or loud,
Return within, beyond the cloud.
Your soul’s own light will always shield—
But first, my love, just clear the field.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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