Not all that glitters speaks the truth,
Nor every smile is proof of ruth.
The keenest eye is not the sight,
But soul that feels the shade from light.
A quiet mind, a listening ear—
Can pierce through praise, or cloak of fear.
It sees beneath the surface play,
Where motives twist and truths decay.
Discernment walks where noise is loud,
Yet hears the lie behind the crowd.
It speaks not fast, but waits and weighs,
Then moves with care through tangled maze.
It knows the mask, the polished word,
The promise sweet, but oddly blurred.
And in the pause, the doubt, the space—
It finds what many fail to face.
For wisdom wears no flashing sign,
It’s found in lines where meanings twine.
And those who see with sharpened sense
Are not deceived by mere pretense.
So guard your heart, but not with stone,
Let silence guide when you’re alone.
The truth, though veiled, is never far—
Discernment knows just where you are.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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