Poem: He Speaks

He speaks to my higher self,
A voice that rises from the depths,
Whispering truths I’ve long forgotten,
Untangling webs I once had woven.

In the quiet of my restless mind,
He calls me back to what is kind—
A place where shadows fade to light,
Where peace is born, and hearts take flight.

“Look beyond the hurt, the fear,”
He murmurs softly, drawing near.
“You’re more than all you’ve come to be,
There’s wisdom in your soul, you’ll see.”

I listen close, yet hesitate,
For doubt still lingers at the gate.
But his words, like waves upon the shore,
Wash away the chains I wore.

“Trust yourself,” his voice implores,
“Unleash the love that you’ve ignored.”
And in the stillness, I begin to hear
The echo of truth, crystal clear.

He speaks to my higher self with grace,
A timeless presence in sacred space.
In every breath, in every sigh,
I feel his love, I touch the sky.

A conversation without words,
Where hearts align and souls are stirred.
He speaks, and in that sacred sound,
I remember the peace I’d found.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie