Poem: Even Small Voices Are Heard

A whisper can stir the silent air,
A single word show someone you care.
Though quiet as leaves in a morning breeze,
Small voices still shake the tallest trees.

A murmur can rise like the softest song,
And prove that the quiet can still be strong.
In rooms where the loudest hearts have burned,
Even small voices are felt, and learned.

So speak, though your echo may seem slight—
The stars still shine in the absence of light.
For truth doesn’t shout, it gently is stirred—
And even the smallest voices are heard.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie