Everyone has a place in the world, they say,
A thread in the fabric, a note in the play.
Some walk the mountains, some sail the seas,
Some plant the gardens, some climb the trees.
Not every star will light up the sky,
Some shine below where the quiet dreams lie.
Not every voice will echo in halls,
But whispers can matter as much as the calls.
A builder of bridges, a writer of songs,
A shoulder to cry on when days feel too long.
A listener, teacher, or hand to hold tight—
Even the smallest can carry the light.
You don’t need to dazzle or conquer or lead,
Sometimes the bravest just notice a need.
To show up with kindness, to offer your name,
To lift someone’s burden with none of the fame.
So when you feel lost, or out of the race,
Remember, dear soul, you do have a place.
The world isn’t whole without your own part—
You matter. You’re needed. You live in its heart.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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