Beneath the noise of outward strife,
There burns a light, the soul of life—
A silent strength, a steady flame,
That answers when the world lays blame.
No crown of gold, no sword in hand,
Yet mountains move at its command.
It whispers when the winds grow wild,
A storm contained, a fearless child.
Not forged in ease, nor born of praise,
But tempered through the hardest days.
When shadows stretch across your mind,
It is the will you’ve yet to find.
It is the breath before the leap,
The promise that you dared to keep.
The tear you shed, yet chose to rise—
A fire dancing in your eyes.
The world may doubt, the night may fall,
But inner strength outshines them all.
For those who seek it, still and thin,
Will always find—the power within.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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Wonderful poetry, Brenda.