Imagination — the seed of dreams,
A spark that lights the darkest streams.
It builds a world from threads of air,
Where castles float and dragons dare.
No walls confine the mind set free,
It sails through stars and dives the sea.
With every thought, new lands arise,
Unseen by all but inner eyes.
A brush, a pen, a whispered word —
Create a song that’s never heard.
A tale unfolds from silent space,
Alive with wonder, truth, and grace.
It turns the “no” into a “how,”
The “not yet” into “here and now.”
From broken ground, it grows new spring,
For imagination is everything.
So guard it well, this sacred fire,
It fuels your heart, your soul, your higher.
The world is shaped by minds that see
Not just what is, but what could be.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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