Poem: The Line

A single thread, a silent line,
Drawn through the noise, through space and time.
While chaos dances loud and wide,
I keep my gaze, I will not slide.

The world may chatter, bright and fast,
But here I stand, the die is cast.
No siren song, no flashing light
Can pull me from this inward fight.

Each breath a step, each thought refined,
No drifting tide can steal my mind.
No storm can shake, no doubt unseat
The rhythm of my moving feet.

Where purpose points, my spirit goes,
Through tangled weeds and thorny rows.
Not haste, but hunger drives me on—
Not until the task is done.

Focus sharp as tempered steel,
Stripped of want, and stripped of feel.
It’s not the spark, but steady flame
That carries one through trial and name.

So let the clamor rise and fall,
I do not heed the distant call.
For in this moment, tight and true,
I am the arrow, cutting through.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie