Poem: Regain the Passion

When embers fade and silence grows,
And time forgets the fire’s glow,
When dreams once fierce now barely stir,
And winds of doubt begin to blur—

Pause. Breathe deep the quiet air,
Let go the weight of wear and care.
For buried deep beneath the grey,
A spark remains—it’s not away.

It waits in echoes, soft and low,
In songs you used to hum and know.
In pages worn, in fields once run,
In shadows cast beneath the sun.

The heart remembers what it knew
Before the world obscured the view.
Not lost, but resting—out of sight,
It waits for you to call the light.

So strike the match, refuse the numb,
Let rhythm rise and heartbeat drum.
Create, collide, pursue, ignite—
Not for the end, but for the flight.

The passion isn’t something found,
It’s something built from broken ground.
So dig with tears, and rise again—
Your fire still lives beneath the rain.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie