Beneath the hush of falling stars,
Where silence sings and shadow mars,
There lies a spark not born of flame—
But something still, without a name.
It flickers not for praise or pride,
Nor dims when darker winds abide.
It waits in chambers soft and deep,
Where dreams dare stir, and sorrows sleep.
So deepen your light—not high, but true,
Not loud, but steady, guiding through.
Let it not burn to chase the night,
But bloom within, a soul’s birthright.
For fire that blinds will fail the test,
But light that listens brings us rest.
In quiet strength, in patient grace,
You hold a dawn no dark can chase.
So when the world forgets its way,
And even stars feel far away,
Be not the blaze that burns the sky—
But glow where truth and courage lie.
Deepen your light. Let shadows learn:
The gentlest flames most fiercely burn.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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