Share your wisdom, quiet and deep,
Like rivers that in silence seep.
Not loud, not proud, not carved in stone,
But truths you’ve gathered, yours alone.
Tell me not just how to rise,
But how to fall with open eyes.
How wounds can teach, and time can mend,
And not all storms mean bitter end.
Speak of joy in simple things—
The song the morning sparrow sings,
The peace in walking slow and still,
The strength in choosing kindness, still.
Let your stories gently show
The seeds you’ve planted just to grow.
Not every path is straight or wide,
Yet beauty waits on every side.
Share your wisdom — not to teach,
But so that hearts like mine can reach
For something more than what we know—
A deeper truth, a softer glow.
And when you’re gone, your voice will stay
In every step I take each day.
For what you gave, in thought and deed,
Is now the light by which I read.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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