I drift alone, no shore in sight,
A vessel lost in endless light,
Where whispers hum and shadows gleam,
Within a vast ethereal dream.
The waves are calm yet deep and wide,
A boundless ocean where souls reside,
Each current pulls with silent plea,
In this vast sea of mystery.
No compass here, no guiding star,
Just swirling truths from near and far,
The air is thick with sacred song,
Where right and wrong dissolve, belong.
I grasp at meaning through the haze,
Yet find myself in endless maze,
Each thought a ripple, fading fast,
In timeless depths that hold me fast.
Is this the sea that sets me free,
Or chains me in infinity?
A paradox I float between—
The seen, unseen, and all between.
Yet still I sail, no land to see,
Lost in this sea of spirituality,
A seeker in the vast expanse,
Embracing chaos, trusting chance.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is breathtaking. You’ve captured the profound and often paradoxical journey of spirituality—the solitude and the connection, the freedom and the boundlessness, the seeking and the surrender—with such ethereal beauty. It feels both like a longing and a homecoming. Thank you for sharing this deep and moving reflection.